I pour out my heart and soul
And it still seems that my story is still untold
For the human mind can not process the fables and lies
Which I hide behind in the event of an accusation that could save my life
I am scared of the words the future holds, I am scared of the memories the past unfolds
I am a scared of death yet it is a dream
Not a nightmare like it may seem
I am lost in this world constructed of words and colors
I am tired of being like no other.
/k.p./
