"A note for those who wants to know who I am, or for short, don't."
Let's start with the outside,
80kg, 177cm or 5 feet '10 inches,
20/20 nearsighted,
roughly 200/200 farsighted,
and yes i think I'm legally blind,
Curly hair like un-cook noodles
Deep brown eyes like dark chocolate
A first year in college of MLS
A soft voiced Lad
An optimist, with a grin from point to point that shout out "Nothing more to see here
Well that's kind of it!"
My perfectly short lived biography
Nothing more than a boring Mr. Bernardo
Before I saw myself like an alien entity
A canvas of pure nothingness
so I thought why not
I painted over it with ominous colors covering everything,
A dash of rose pink . . . or Red to show that I could Love, that I'm straight
Then a splash of dandelion yellow for happiness, To show I can smile, grin, laugh
A hint of mint green for Cycling, I love biking in the afternoon with cold air and with trees rays eliminating my path
and covered with all with Baby. . . Blue,
There wasn't supposed to be blue nor Black
they show melancholy, it won't hide it
This won't hide anything
It won't hide that I'm not straight that I'm a part of the lowest spectrum of LGBTQA+ a Grey-romantic Asexual
It won't hide that I'm a pessimistic mess,
It won't hide that I walk among entities flooding path ways, imbedded with true
talent, that I'm try so hard to hide in,
It won't hide that I never felt being part of a group, that it would have been better, if I just didn't existed and bumped in their lives,
It won't hide the tears I shed like broken glass scrapping on my cheeks, because of the words they uttered, tangling my neck like a noose
It won't hide the cuts in my arms, that you may not see because I failed to drip blood out of , I feared of death
It won't hide the knife under my bed, that I held up against my wrist everyday praying to God to give me a sign to continue on because I don't now anymore
It won't hide that I have already gave up
IT WON'T HIDE ANYTHING
I am not like this,
They know Your lying
I'm a Happy person, I truly am.
no your not
I like arts and painting
cover up everything
I have Friends, I'm Not Alone
Do you think so? That wasn't the words you spoke earlier . . .
What did I do . . .
You would never know
I will never know . . .
I had always believed that "when a dark road is the only path you have, just believe and keep going, just believe and keep going because the stars will light your path, even a little" but how can you believe that, when every time you close your eyes and try so hard to stand only to be buried with that very ground
This isn't me . . . the me I want you to know
and I don't want to lie any more . . .
I . . . have nothing more to say . . . but
A note for those who wants to know who I am, or for short, please don't make me do this again.
