I see clearly
Though I'm Filthy
Stained
Unchanged
And otherwise caged
From the real Me
I can not see what it in front of me
Non do I care to relive my past
"What's up with That?"
You're askin me
"You live so free and happily"
How ironically
That what burns so deep within my self-esteem
Are my dreams
And child-like scenes of what has been taken from me
Could it be?
That through these words of poetry
One can understand
My vacant land
And love me for who I am?????
Though I'm Filthy
Stained
Unchanged
And otherwise caged
From the real Me
I can not see what it in front of me
Non do I care to relive my past
"What's up with That?"
You're askin me
"You live so free and happily"
How ironically
That what burns so deep within my self-esteem
Are my dreams
And child-like scenes of what has been taken from me
Could it be?
That through these words of poetry
One can understand
My vacant land
And love me for who I am?????