POEMS BY ME (got bored in class)

Name

Cut me down, pull me up all the same without a doubt. 

His eyes, his words all about not a memory to tell about.

He beckons, he pulls but what about?

His laugh, his grin, the mascarade. 

Is he about the dreaded game?

Does he go by another name?

Is this all for the fame or this about the pain.

He growls he crows to see the rain just to splash his pain.

Another smile, another frown just enough to tear me down.

He'll cut me out, he'll stop the down but do I care what he's about.

I watch and glare do I care?

I question I ponder, why is he here and what's his doubt?

Does he question, does he doubt?

Or Am I the one lost in doubt.

What's his name when he hides his fame?

What's blame when he bears the pain?

I wish I knew his name.