Past and Present

Not Inspired
Not Scared
No inspirations but I'm Dreaming
You see the hurt seaming through the cracks
Lost it all, Now I'm back to the old me, to the bold me
Not needing No one to hold me
Down while I rage
Trying to change the pages of my life
I have the right to fight for my words
Saying that I'm absurd, ridiculous, Conspicuous
Not Understanding but listen to this
As you walk the roads of life
You learn to be Oblivious to the Pain,the lies, the hurt, the cries
I wonder how you people go to sleep at Night and Close your Eyes
Seeing the flashbacks it takes you a moment to snap back
into reality that's deep  

• You should be proud of me Artfully, Skillfully while your leading me on to the End of me.