My prof required us to make an autobiography poem about ourselves and this is my piece lol. Is this even correct ? Lol whatever 😂
September 3, 2016; 01:24 am.
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My identity is a puzzle,
an unsolved riddle.
Been always stuck in the middle,
didn't know how to meddle.
Wore a mask to hide all my sorrow,
a seventeen year facade of my yellow.
Soul was once tainted like monochrome rainbow,
but finally found an escape to leave this furrow.
I've been reborn to live for the gold,
To never get affected for what I am told,
To seek for answers remain untold,
To watch my dreams unfold.
Dreams are only heartbeat away.
And even if the sky turned gray,
I'll keep beseeching for a way,
To become a CPA.
The passion within me is igniting,
Even if the tower of victory is too high.
But as long as the world never stops revolving,
And so do I.
To keep going is to keep believing.
For believing means hoping,
and hoping means winning.
So I'll never stop.
YOU ARE READING
tainted lines
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