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Jan 2018
I’ve been called
A savage
A ****
heartless and cold
Empty inside
A *****
A *****
A punk
A loser
Good for nothing
By those who
Don’t know **** about me
Because I choose to
Think for myself
Having the *****
To question
The hypocrisy
And double standards
That the same individuals
Live by
I never ****** anyone over
Who didn’t do that to me
First
These pretty eyes
I’ve been told I have
Seen too much ugliness
This world can contain
I’m alone in this nightmare
Still dreaming about peace
Breathing trying to control
The suffocating moments
That pursues my emotional
And mental imprisonment
I’m just a simple man
Doing what I can
Rewriting the role that was assigned to me
One day hoping to be Free
Frankie Castro
Written by
Frankie Castro  M/California
(M/California)   
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