ah my poetry may be negative at some times but im a nice guy...cynical but nice.
When awake... pt1
When awake from the state of the dreaming you make to escape what you fake for the parents you hate cause you're late everyday for the classes you take cause no one can ever know you or relate
to signs you give into no one comends you or reach to defend you the stuff that they lend you gone from the menu you lose every friend that could comprehend you so need i continue?