The escaping signs of my voice echoes
like a heartbeat-march rebellion
But the storm amplified in contempt,
winds from the past are so hard to forget
And so I stared upon my imperfect reflection,
I used my sharpest tongue
I condemned myself to tears,
I cursed the lips of my neighbors
How dare you drag my name to dirt!
How dare you scar my greatest efforts!
I bruised my knees and begged the sky for haven,
I tried to cry my way out
But the roaming beast, my woven lips,
my soul is scathed and shaken
They stripped me out of my best pieces,
it costed me my chances
When will my arrow finally hit?
The start of my winning matches….