M Y S E L F

Myself is a songbird tune oftenly repressed

Myself is a heated generator often put to the test

Myself is a silent soul full of remorse

Myself is a bubbly entrance opened, now closed

Myself is a ticking clock, never the alarm

Myself is a peacemaker who now does know harm

Myself is a spinning wheel on a lonely road

Myself is a thousand words tied up my throat

Myself is a black cruise sinking in the sea

Myself is an unfair case presented without a plea

Myself is a person who used to be in the center

Myself is a person still in the center, now with a missing laughter

Myself is a theatre, my heart the entertainer

Myself is now a backstage, others the performer

Myself is a body looking at a friend who just said "pink"

Myself is smiling now but don't know what it means

Myself is quiet, my friends are hurting

Myself is ashamed, i need the understanding

Myself is changing, i don't know why

Myself just follows until the reasons came by..




~for you to know that not all hopes are lost is for me to be satisfied with~