What am i?...
awake by hate
an angels mistake
no fate, no color, no race
just a face that's misplaced
with no dream to be chased....
why must i be unfree to disease
someone help me to believe
to breath in belief i exist to achieve
the thought i hoped is no longer in me....
scared and dispaired, disapointed unfair
a hole in my soul, through darkness and air
you to compare, the damage is rare
rigamortise of death is finally there....
what are we forcing facing distortion
what we believed is no longer important
paint me a portrait in life in assortment
and what has begun is only a portion
cause what iam.... is a teenage abortion.
Copyright © Joe Hinojosa | Year Posted 2012
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