… For I’m Something That I’m Not

I’ve never looked down at myself, for I am always in the same level with me… I am what I couldn’t give, what I couldn’t say, what I couldn’t be… What “I” is now is nothing of what I’ve dreamt, is nothing of what I hoped, is nothing of what I knew… What “I” once was is just a 26 years of beautiful abomination, of pleasant abhorrence, a rented shell for a trespassing soul… I am not the face I see, nor am I the voice I hear… the trapped mind behind these blackened hazel eyes is eager to leave this deceiving prison of flesh and lies… I am not what you all want me to be…

H.Q.
12:27
Sat. the 04th of Dec. 2010

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