I am a c r i m i n a l .
I have not rob,
I have not kill,
Para ti este es mi sin.
I am a criminal.
My hands are clean,
My blood is sane,
My mind is blank,
Be sure of what you think!
Depression is not a sin,
It's my tragedy.
A tragedy I ought to keep.
If I f a i l,
You are free to laugh.
Just keep on mind,
I am not the last.
Life is a tough game.
You see me as a weakly,
But I still have some tricks under my sleeve.
Just wait and see.
But let me live the way I know,
Not up to:
To your expectations
To the so normal thing.
Not up to your wishes
But like any other living thing lives.
Free!
Free!
Free!
I live free!
-Alondra h.s.
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Last Edit: October 8th, 2018.
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