Hated by those who know me the most,

They know, I can never be known

I have gone on, faking it a lot

For I know it can never be blown.

Songs, poems, blogs

they think can define me

I am laughing at that very thought

Given up the essence within me

I-can-think, beyond recourse

The freedom, The God

The innocence is broken

Unspoken words I have

dreams that are stolen I know

I know not, thus I can say

But you can’t listen;

you will have to speak instead

The unknown now isn’t that surprising

Instead it is the very same

it’s hiding.

The same reflection that I seek not

I stand besides the sorrow I gone

My life, my pain, my shot!

Saints are sinners that are just taking in less.

The pain I've shared is my only regret,

The way I came, I can never forget,

The gods of life are not here yet,

Saints are sinners that are just taking in less.

Despise me; I am not what you expect,

Surprisingly I am not here to impress,

I will be; what it has always shown

To life I say; let us all be wrong.

Inside me, I am still the sane,

Blame me, life or death, I don’t seek to explain.

Crazy is what has always been right,

If it was up to them, we would all be blind.

For what we live, it’s so good we are used,

For how it seems, good I am very confused.

No clarity to what really goes around,

No sound, no noun, I make my own grounds.