Guys, I'm glad that I found the poem I wrote five years ago...I was a very emotional and introvert person back then. This was written in a freestyle hand. Here this goes:
Should I have to dress up like a vixen
In front of the thousand naked eyes?
Though my heart was beaten
And feelings aching
Should thou force me to hold
the big calvary of my life?
I am who I am
Things thou showed upon me is not suitable,
nor pertinent, and capable
This is what my heart strongly whispered me in calm
My life is a tragic comedy,
That pushes me to hell harshly,
Thou do not hold my veins,
Why is gold better than silver?
O my Lord, my savior, abide his soul
For he was tempted by atraitor snake
For I am here, facing fear that I can't
escape the inevitable dusk bet at stake
I know the poem is so abstract but that's what I had in mind. This is really abstract but then I'm proud I was able to make a poem like this.
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