My walls are painted black
Words of blood written on a paperback
Revealing my destiny
Who I am meant to be
Yet I hide it from the world
Leaving my dreams furled
So no one can see
Who I'm going to be
Nothings set in stone
But I find myself in a prone
Hiding away
From the meaningless critics everyday
Who try to destroy
With harsh words they deploy
Aimed at my soul's seams
Cutting away to tear at my dreams
But I won't let them near
For once I do not fear
My soul will be set free
By words that hold meaning only to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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