Thinking about it, hurts me so much…
The things I spoke,
Over, and over again
Hoping, that someday, I shall be heard
When my words; meant nothing,
Trying so hard to convey the feeling
That pushes me to no corner
And yet cornered,
In a free shire
Prisoned in my mind,
Decisions that un-favours me,
Comes from myself
When thinking the thoughts of a person
In a neighbouring country
Me not me
Am I Him/her or they?
Who was I not to be?
A self-person, not superior, or egotistic
To do what I should be deed
Where I am
Think around now,
Then act a step ahead, their expectations.
Myself!
Me
The real person I am
Who I really am
Innocent
Be my second name, to describe me ere my surname
Not the person I am now
Nor even close
At least a few metres away from there
I will have a reason to regain Hope
And yet again
Of another Again
And a fool of everyone,
Around to fare
M!
Easily taken away,
Even to Nothing.
