In this dark world I feel unseen, unknown.
Constantly defined but misunderstood.
My story untold and I’m left alone.
In a world of gray shades, up to no good.
Trying to find the root of my outcast.
Realizing I give none for one to take.
Keeping y’all out and locking up my past.
I am the pollution of my own lake.
Never accepted in this “melting pot”.
And yet never putting myself out there.
My own fault for not breathing in the plot.
And your own fault for not seeking my air.
Look for me and I will try to look back.
No longer running against your set track.
(c) March 22, 2006
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