I am with my own scars,
Being far from the crowd,
Looking at the stars
And being of nothing,but proud.
This life made me wonder
Why we are here,
Feelings pressing me like thunder,
But there is nobody to hear.
I am with myself trying to figure out
What really matters for me.
Filled with doubt,
There is nothing I can see.
I am exhausted of telling lies,
But this is how I am living,
I see no reason of being wise,
But not being wise is killing.
Scars
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