Seldom do you know words of honorable truth,
burning at your hands is your walk away youth.
Eyes turning an off shade red, from fires of fear.
Palish cheeks are white due to oversided tears.
And, it's a charity work in progress, this life of mine.
They're all working on the lies, the fears, and the tears.
Trying to fix me up, into someone I'm truly not, nor will be.
I seem to be fighting the battle held between me and society.
My words slur a bit too much, leaving unfinished sentences.
The dreams never come true, since I lack motivational senses
Unworthy projects lie across my walls, yearning for final touches.
But, I can't seem to do anything right, I'm too busy trying to win
this charity fight.
