That's what I am
That what I was
That's what I'll always be
Untitled,
You see.
I'm nothing until you name me,
and that's a power
you refuse to lend me.
Until you label me
classify me
or name me
I am nothing.
No power
or anything.
Give a dog a name
and he knows no bounds,
leave him unnamed and he will shrivel.
Never will you name
but never will i truly leave.
I'm in your conscience
I'm on the breeze
Every where you go
I am there.
YOU ARE READING
Marks and Bruises, with Scars from Cars
AléatoirePages from observing people and behaviours and how they leave scars on bystanders in situations, and maybe a page from about that time i was hit by a car
