I want to make a change in the world.
But I don't know what kind.
The balanced sword for me is not yet forged.
My path I have yet to find.
What awaits me in the future?
I'll worrily ask.
Because I'm always unsure.
So I hide beneath a mask.
There's a force pulling me back.
I'm always hesitant.
Then I got left behind my pack.
Alone with no consultant.
Some might say loneliness drives one insane.
There are two kinds of it.
Either no one cares or they reflect from their mistakes.
The second kind accurately fits.
I need to change myself first.
But I don't know how.
If only I wasn't cursed.
Born with a natural scowl.
I didn't want any of this to happen.
I swear deep down in ny heart.
Why am I easily forgotten?
It's tearing me apart.
I'm trying to do something I don't understand.
My best.
I need someone to lend me a hand.
To rest.
Who am I?
All I know is... I don't know.
Can somebody look at me in the eye?
Wipe my tears as it flows?
I was always misunderstood.
Reasonating is complicated.
Alone to a perilous journey I set foot.
I gained many regrets.
What shoud I do?
Where to start?
I'm utterly confused.
Just like my twisted heart.
What, who and where?
Someone guide me please.
Sometimes life is unfair.
Someday...my purpose I will see.
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Soooooooooo- like this stlye?Or does it hurt the eyes or something?
From now on I'll be experinenting a stlye for this 'cause really...doesn't the other chaps look boring or something?
Ugh....did I mention that topics here are random? (Do I have to mention sonething like this?)
Aren't poems random?So if there's Leo...there should be Nico, right? TBH I wasn't thinking about Nico when I wrote this...just a random subject I thought of making then when one of my friends read it they immediately thought that it was for Nico.
So why not dedicate it for Nico and friend?
Deducated to @Sakura_no_Ame
;3
Anyways... Thats pretty much it.
HASTA LUEGO WATASHI NO MONAMI~
(I just spoke three languages.... Lol pls don't get mad I'm crazy. XD)
Date made: 8/22/16
Date posted:I forgot. ._.
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