The Price of Becoming (late-night outcry)

 

i stained this paper with my tears
Of all the years
Don't want to say i'm hopeless
Coping with this mess
It's not been easy
No one said it would
No told me this is how it feels-
To be real

i want out

Now

i'm tired, i tried
It's this flesh
Eating into my soul

i remember the day very clearly
i sold myself for a nose
Why did i try to be like you?
And in the long run-

i'm still running
chasing what is it-my dream?
what done have to myself i?
Once mankind but now in help.

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