Oh, If you were to know the real me
What demons and vile things would you see?
Would you take a seat and sit a while
Or would you turn foot and give a look of beguile?
There are so many places I need to go and change
One of them would be, not to remain the same.
I like to be unfinished, but with a purpose or a crusade
But never do I like to had been replaced.
I shutter at the thought of where I really came from, you see
Was it so dark no one would ever see the light in me
I have some you know,
I have things I value so,
I write to let go
But chance has sometimes caught me unaware.
If a choice came to be free
After seeing all there really is to see
Would you undoubtedly choose to stay with me?
Thank you for reading 🙂