Overrated
I dont mind being ridiculed
Just to feel miniscule
If you consider it pitiful
You dont know a thing about me
Not trying to figure out
A better answer
Keep finding all the problems
I've been looking after
I abstained my part
Vision's all but shot
I have a confession
Must go for all the lessons
My skin, I paint with pain
Guess I dont care any more
My eyes turn from blue to brown
Its the end of everything
Flaws - only thing left that's pure
Everything I see reminds me of her
What the hell am I doing?
Am I wrong, fucked, and overrated?
2 comments:
cool poem
Raghu
(http://vdio.blogspot.com)
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