I'm kinda Pinocchio now,
Makes no sense if I lie,
Cause it won't be a lie no more,
Learned the hard way,
The precious lessons of life,
Some people let you go ahead,
So they could stab you with a knife,
Trust can be the greatest loss,
So invest wisely,
These words at times may get proven wrong,
For life ain't same for everyone,
Everyone has their own thinking, but don't let that change yours easily,
For the same can give them happiness, that gives you misery,
I was a fool, and stil I am,
For thinking of writing good out of blues,
For an artist to be near perfect,
He must go through all the hues,
I'm free, but I feel lost,
As if my life has no use,
When I needed they made excuses,
Now I don't want, so when they ask; I just refuse,
My life was like a battle; between my brain and my heart,
But now it's choosing between what I need and what I want,
But my situations left me no time for choosing,
That's why being everything clear; everything is still confusing,
Couldn't picture me a different life,
For my actions; I don't think I deserve any,
Still a hypocrite for dreaming,
Though I don't think that I'll get to have any,
Better alone; I don't need any company,
I would be happier in the streets than in this family,
For they just show fake sympathy,
Nobody really cares for me,
And it's not just how I feel,
For you don't know; what I had to deal,
But since it's no meaning in digging the past,
Some things are better; when they don't come out at last,
For there's a reason for each and everything that happens in this world,
But i don't expect the same; while I sit to jot my words,
The way when it rains it rains for everyone; and not just for someone,
I just wonder, but don't believe; whether I'll be liked by someone.
- February 19th , of 2023 (sunday)
