It's hard to read faces sometimes

Boredom overpowers feelings

And glazes overpower greetings

It's just a fact of life; it's just not easy

But his face I can read whenever

His nervous glances at the ones he loves 

His secret desires are written in his eyes

But the rest of his body hides

He hides under football jerseys and ironed khakis

He hides under rumors of less than substantial abilities

Caused by guys who weren't ready anyways

He hides behind meaningless words and sneers

Tripping other people up so no one sees his pain

But his face remains

And no one else sees it

No one else looks

Because they are too used to boredom

And glazed eyes begging for more time

That they don't want to see why

You don't ever try