I used to be
a young naive child
beaming cherub model student
chubby innocent destiny
now, loner
displeased, between two extremes
within a clique so insignificant
everything is fading this year
tainted, white overladen
with black
the stripes down my road of life
black, white, black, white again
and again
I used to be...
I've lost that dream
that made it so real
I draw a flower so black
no matter how much i colour red
I know what is wrong
It's me
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