I said not a word
but I wanted them dead...
A child of hope
Lost in the world of hardship...
It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...
Your Dreamland,
Colored into...
For each of us the fate has meted out length of...
And, inevitably at certain day and hour...
I'm writing with the only past left of me
Whenever you read this...
To look in the mirror and see a "happy"...
To see "acceptable" clothes and jewelry...
Imaginary whips
Imaginary lashes...
I do not mean to use a tired cliche but It is...
Like the death beat of an eternal ancient chant...
Just A kid looking For Some T.L.C
In all the wrong places...
I see through another's eye's
Night after night looking through the glass...
Should be happy but I'm mad on the inside so much
pain and anger build up with in I feel it flowing...