A man and an alley,
A closed fist, a clenched jaw.
That's not what happened at the valley,
That is not what I saw.
*
But again they didn't teach me.
Or should I have learned by myself?
That I wasn't the victim,
It was all my fault and his true self.
*
If my skin is changing color,
That's not what they want to hear.
That every day is horror,
And what I feel is fear.
*
But then I saw the sunset,
Just a series of red dots.
But look at the whole painting!
Don't lock yourself up.
*
It's not one story I'm telling,
It's not the same horror.
'Cause don't you dare be saying,
The whole painting is just one color.
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Poems
RandomHey guys! This is not a story, these are just some poems of my own and sometimes I might post some random phrases that come to my mind, please check them out and tell me if you like them or what would you change. That would make me really happy:D ...
