How can you know me,
When you've only seen my skin
There is not way
I could possibly portray
More than a distorted fragment
Of the twisted universe
That resides inside my head.
I try my dear,
Oh how hard I try!
But it is futile you see,
For how can I form words
To convey who I am
When I myself
Do not even understand
Who I Have Become.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
How can you know me,
When you've only seen my skin
There is not way
I could possibly portray
More than a distorted fragment
Of the twisted universe
That resides inside my head.
I try my dear,
Oh how hard I try!
But it is futile you see,
For how can I form words
To convey who I am
When I myself
Do not even understand
Who I Have Become.
