I see my work through ideas I seek peace with everything I deny any lies that come from others When I see my horrible, sad memories I see past, present, future, which frightens me As I go through the process, I see my mother Yet I wish I were dead,my mother is the cause I neglect sullen,I desire a better way of thinking At the top of my lungs I yell to my soul I try not to cry nor be sadden All I want and still want is. . . To return to my innocence and be ignorant of all things
Xara Mya · Thu Jan 11, 2007 @ 03:30am · 3 Comments |