is it never
ends... The
wounds
may scar
atop but
the pain
underneath
remains
what those
that we think are healed do's
learn to live with that pain

eEghnrtvy in hist dlorw ahs an deorr, a acelp.
ahtW ew not aalswy know is ahtw eht deorr is, adn hwy it is os.
ahllS ew bdillny accept? or aceeghlln eht assttu oqu?

egiinnoQstu adn acciilrt ghiiknnt illw aceeghlln eehst cdeeenprst.
aefilru is not not an inoopt, hiottuw aefilru adn efirst ew do not eimoprv
                                                         ­                                     ew do not gorw.
Disorder ilmpsy ehpssu adn aceegnorsu su ot dfin ahtt deorr ehorst dhlosu einoqstu.

-AM

You live your life in a glass bubble
Seeing everything just like everyone else
Until one day, other people start going out in a new bubble
They are tinted, in colors such as blue, orange, grey, and red.
You find them strange yet intriguing
Then the tinted bubbles multiply day by day
When finally you are the last plain glass bubble in the sea of color
They take over and swallow you up
You now live your life in a grey glass bubble
Everything around you becomes darker
Until you cannot remember what it originally was
They do not tell you how to return to your old bubble
The world begins to look different
You find yourself asking
Is this a moth or butterfly, a caterpillar or worm
Eventually you stop trying and embrace your new life
They do not oppose

Is it the hot jalapeño
that makes the sauce
undesirable?
So much so that
the lavishing onion
sweet tomato
and bold garlic
mean nothing?
Down the sink because
it is too spicy for our mellow tongues.
Sauce speaks the loudest when
it makes us uncomfortable.

I am a stray walker
No matter what people says,
I’m going my way

I’ve passed through so many harsh times,
I’ve been ****** so many times,
But even with deep wounds,
I’m not giving up,
Not that easily.

I’ll fight to the end,
Until my heart stops,
All those who tried to break me,
I’ll bring them down.

The ashes of my past
Are blowing away in the wind,
And for the time I will last,
I’ll live with no regrets,
Nothing I should mind.

In a world of sheeps,
Let’s be wolves; break conformity
And live freely
Let’s choose our path together,
Let’s go on a journey;
A journey that we call life.
Let’s stray together you and me,
Because we chose to take a different path,
People will look at us
In their eyes you might see hatred,
In their words, disguss and disdain
But in their heart you will find envy, lust and greed toward us.

Those scars on my chest,
Those scars in my heart,
They prevent me from falling down,
Remind me to be strong,
And stop following the roads
That lead to Rome.
Choose the unbeaten path,
Where you might find yourself,
I followed my heart, I chose
To be myself
And now I am pround,
Pround of where I am, pround of who I am,
And pround to have survived
the stream.
Only the strongest will
Survive this journey,
So be ready to face adversity,
Stop following conformity,
Be the wolf and lead the way

I have no regrets,
Because I got nothing to lose,
Let’s stray away
away
Together my soul and me.