Matt, Short For Matthew

I know his name.
But I don’t know him enough
For that to make a change.
His piercing green eyes
Look at me like spies
Every time our views collide.
He is very tall,
It makes me feel smaller
than small.
His smile is one of those smiles
Which hides something so vile
That he is more scared
Than I am of mine.
I feel sad for him,
It looks like his soul is so ever dim.
I wonder if he’s happy
Or satisfied.
I just hope
that he’ll live
a good life.

By Chiara Z., 14, Belgium