Okay, so this isn't really a poem, its the lyrics to a song I wrote. Sadly it doesn't have the same effect on me as it does when the instrumental is being played in the background, but any way:

(I haven't named it yet)

Blank, Expressions cease survival,

only under doors or by the candle-light they live.

desist, barricades construct them-self's.

with the soles of others shoes them seem to fall.

words on a paper- ink from a pen.

danger from the outside- comfort from within

You glue me together,

true here are my colors,

Hope springs in my eyes

Love feeling my life.

Its more than a heart-beat you helped me on my feet

but I still cover their eyes,

Pretend its not a lie.

Dawn, leads into a new life

Gone, displaced from my old strife.

Now dipped into a stream, that covers up our seams

Swimming in the filth to fit the mold

Why are you so free?

I'll beg you on my knee's for another try

Is this really how you live your life?

You glue me together,

True, Here are my colors

The hope springs from my eyes

The loves feeling my life

Is this the real you?

How are you so true?

Trample down the way

Follow you any day.