Me
A mind full of thoughts
with remembrance of past
Ear filled with sound
of what I've just heard
Eyes that seek
for the lost forbidden happiness
A mouth full of words
which are best kept shut
A heart that can crave
a love deeper than the
ocean
But all it gets is a
river of pollutants
Hands full of skill
which is used as pills
Legs of talent
all tied up
Totally a body of potential
with a label of uncool
Within all this
lives the soul
All it want is
a second of glory
and minute of victory
made by its function
But all it wants is just a wish
Which will only be granted
if you will only plead.