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Trying To Find Myself
Everybody call me different bad names,
Everyone judge me like a cover of book.
Only because I refused to have my fake mask
On my face, and not wearing my wolf suit.
I closed my eyes like a dead fish, wish the eyes
As Open and allowing my soul to walk with my heart.
Trying to find myself in between my proses and poems.
Where I smoked my first cigar and drunk my first cup of wine.
To find myself awoke in between saddens were pains.
Where I was falling in love like a blind bird flying to hell.
The sun and I we became almost like best friends,
To wait for the beautiful woman inside the park of dreamers.
Inside there I realized that I was born with unexplained worries.
As if I know that my eyes will drop tears with a dark red ink.
To write about my love to a woman whom she never felt of
Who am I nothing but a regular friend to be thrown in a exit mind door.
In there where I found myself away in the bottom of earth,
As if I'm not a human with a soul but a human with no grave to be remember.
4/5/2014
