Sun, 07/06/2014 - 19:18 -- Ralola

Why is the question I always ask myself,

Its my mind wanting to learn,

But I find myself a hypocrite,

How can I learn if I'm afraid to learn about myself?

How can I rip off my skin if all I see is horror?

I feel like a door without a key,

Forever locked with no hope of release,

As I rust n fall apart,

Doomed to rot and never play my part.


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