Me

Wear my heart on my sleeves
I tend to get my arms cut off.
Take my kindness for weakness
They see me as soft.

Just a lost boy...
Walking down this tracherous road.
Not about the end goal
It's about the journey I was told.

Encountered several parasites.
Cognizant of giving my energy now.
I don't talk a lot
Because I know I don't fit in,
Prefer to listen.

I like to be alone
That's the only time I'm free
Let's my mind wander
Dance and sing.

Is this real?
life is so many words.
Beautiful things,
Like birds chirping.

She had the key to my heart
Then jammed it deep inside.
I turned the key around,
And saw me,
In the lost and found.

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