To the person I've become
I like you a lot
That anger that became you
No longer rages

As life goes on its ending
I hope you read me well
So understand my wanton
I lived a mental hell

Yet peace becomes my coat
So made of colours many
I will wear it well
till
It bleeds my crimson death

You may see this coat of colours  
These words all in the past
Tis written on these papers
A life I didn't laugh

I like the future me inside me
It's better than the past
Yet time has come my enemy
To
Live it while it lasts