Sunday, 18 January 2009

Every time somebody says something
I think the opposite
When they say green I say red
I will not put myself into situations
that I don't like again, I have to be
free, to run with rain,
in my hair, to slip my hands in
glass, to cut my fingers, and bleeding
Past pain, 
never again will I do as they want
as I am different just as whim
As he left the other day he said
Now I go back to my reality
but what you are doing is what you 
are doing..
I am lucky as I put my hands in
glass and the skin rips...
it rips for me it is my choice.

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