Lost in my thoughts I start to wonder
Dreams I had are hard to remember
Left or right, I don't know the answer
This path of mine is full of dangers
I ask myself a simple question
How far will I go for recognition?
Am I just a slave for admiration
Waiting in line for strangers' approbations
The truth is I am afraid of isolation
Where should I go from now?
Melancholic with a bleeding heart
I ask the man far up in the sky
To show me the path and send me a sign
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KRYS
PoesíaWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
