How dare you reduce me to one race
how dare you judge me based on my birth place?
I may not be wealthy, but I am rich,
oh have I learnt that life can be a *****-
born to a Muslim father,
raised by an Orthodox mother,
but why I do I bother,
all you can do is smother
me with your negativity,
you won't understand,
that those two go well hand in hand,
I live in Slovenia, it all makes me Slavic as hell,
If you are willing to listen to the story I'm about to tell,
It all used to be one big entity
until they destroyed it, blurred my sense of identity...
So as a kid I was ashamed
'cause I didn't belong,
I couldn't be tamed,
my pride was too strong,
I was confused,
I didn't get it,
that three cultures in me were fused,
they made me hate it, regret it,
now that I'm older I can finally see,
all that **** was irrelevant, cos I am me.

I need to say that sleeping is...
hard to achieve when your goals are set high, and yet something prevents me
to convey just how difficult rest is to apply to your day to day life
trying to get by
Every year around this time I get weird without knowing why...
Leaves start to fall and my body starts shutting down in depression that won't let me live my life happily without dodging the darts, here's my vain confession, I'm scrolling through a lie, reading stupid people's denials... just an advice:
don't let them tell you that you don't suffice... you **** well know what you have to do, just shut them up with a smile that says "I hate you too" ;)

bag with filthy clothes that smell of deranged violet and fistful of thoughts

breaking down in a million different ways trying to prevent a collision of teardrops.

hanging in there was never so hard
glass was always more fragile to break

my soul was never the one that stops yet
it's higher in someone else's regard,
so I am repeating the same mistake.

the rag stinks of defeat and my mouth carries a taste of someone else's words I can't repeat...

when insomnia strikes, I try to hide
it shows streams of restraint that need hiding...

it. I.  me. do. The. Beginning.

I don't think I really know.
I just wanted to be left
alone.

do it for the cause.
do it for those who can't
make it look effortless
and do it without a pause.
it can't be done overnight

but remember that you have to go through this week without being right.

Forcing rhyme won't help you this time... oh well, here it is...

can't say I didn't try...

here she is once again,
the thrilling bliss of southern rain

he saw he conquered he came
he left her in the toilet without a shame

she cried many times for all the
promises and lies he told them

they said chin up madame,
you have to move on, the train stops for no one

even if he is gone...

She thinks of the way he kisses
with eyes wide open not wanting
to waste a second of seeing her
She is too stunning and luminous
To look away...

The bird flies... with a certain thrill
The  bird sings... And it always will.
The bird left the nest...
The sky gave it
the real reason to do so...
the life made us rhyme, so...

there is no She without "He",
as there is no nest of mine...

Will appear strong she will be seen as rotund, small
She will rock your world and and be your fall
She will wait for you to return
Seeing as past will burn
Burn
Bur
Bu
B
Is what she will be
She will never be your A
Yet something will make you stay
Never wonder why
Never
Why
It's more fun that way…