My Name is Watterson

The ocean is blue, that much is true

But what do we do, when the truth is full?

Full of deceit, and corrupted lines

Ripples...

Within the stream

Crippled...

Within my screams.

I cry for help, but offer truth

I am not Rich, and rightfully so...

Right to express

The mind is depress-Ed

Emotions are suppress-Ed

But

I'm trying my best

To succeed

In life's test