I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade
A crack pottery
By natures hand
No luck, no lottery
For it's my life, to mend
Freak, I am not
Bypass my pain
I am just caught
In this delusional, raging vain
Let it rain
My eyes brimmed, tears
Awake and strain
In whirlpool, for many years.
©sim
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade
A crack pottery
By natures hand
No luck, no lottery
For it's my life, to mend
Freak, I am not
Bypass my pain
I am just caught
In this delusional, raging vain
Let it rain
My eyes brimmed, tears
Awake and strain
In whirlpool, for many years.
©sim
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