Better
Scars from the past,
My olive skin has been scathed by flames,
My olive skin has been embraced by razors,
In the past is where it lies,
For I have moved on from childish games of self-hatred,
Since age 8,
I have been secluded in this world of-
Falling out,
And falling in,
Into a state,
Much unlike heaven,
Heaven’s antonym more or less,
How quenched is my thirst for success and ‘the norm’?
I lead a life brought forth from a mistake in time,
Though I crave ‘better’,
The word brings forth tingles upon my lips,
I know that is all I wish to achieve-
All I wish to succeed,
To better this 5 foot 5 inch wide box-
Called me,
And the surrounding which can most commonly be referred to-
As my life.
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