people don't see me as am.
always broken glass,
showing a blast of my past,
shattered and brass.
Oh to be seen by those
similar to me,
showing themselves whole and complete.
they don't try and compete or make me screech.
Oh what a dream,oh what to be.
try and surpass those who wear a mask,
you'll always be left in the past.
oh to be seen...
oh to be heard....
oh to be you....
oh to be me..
I chose to do this differently,
I'm not just an entity.
I just wish to be complete,
always mad,and surrounded by my own sympathy.
Two faces,
polar opposites from me.
oh to be someone who isn't me.