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 Jul 2013 Annie Lora
Kenz
I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
It will never be like theirs.

They all tease me for being busy.
I can't spare anytime.
They all think that I am lazy for not showing up on time.
They don't know the real reason why.

I never thought I was normal.
But they all know that now.
I never wanted to be normal.
That they don't know.

I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
It will never be  like theirs.

So, now must I say that I am sorry?
For not having their life?
So, now should I beg for forgiveness?
Because I am different?

I won't say that I am sorry.
For not having a life like theirs.
I don't want their forgiveness.
I never wanted to be normal.

I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
*It will never be like theirs.
 Jul 2013 Annie Lora
Pixels
I can read your mind,
through the prism in your eyes.
I can see the reflections that seems narrow,
and the brightness of sorrow.
The fear of mortality,
that shines in your sighs,
and detests your reality.

You've collapsed to ambitions,
losing a battle
far from the lands and
that rests in your soul of civilisation.

fight from this dread,to find a way.
fight like u do to overcome your ogre.


You might wonder at the blank sky,
that seems to choke of stars
that'll call upon u to pry.
You fear of the answer that lurks,
the questions that bite you deep,
and gives u a crunch.



fight from this dread,to find a way.
fight like u do to overcome your ogre.

— The End —