You are not known
Not to yourself
Not to your family
Not to your peirs
You are nothing special
Not like fine wine
Not a unique glass
Nothing new
You are just a dust of wind
Nothing to be proud of
Shame is always lurking about
While you hide under a mask of lies and the fakeness that everyone finds true
You weep with in your soul
Slowly rotting inside out
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
You are not known
Not to yourself
Not to your family
Not to your peirs
You are nothing special
Not like fine wine
Not a unique glass
Nothing new
You are just a dust of wind
Nothing to be proud of
Shame is always lurking about
While you hide under a mask of lies and the fakeness that everyone finds true
You weep with in your soul
Slowly rotting inside out
