Wanted: I

I’ve been strong before without the lift of anyone.

I can stand on my own, before somebody’s helping hand.

I believe on my own judgment than the world commands.

And I know how to disguise beneath, to each and everyone.

I grew up independently without knowing how to survive,

I could ran myself journey though my life is unbalance.

I prefer to behold on what they do overlooked inside,

But I’m still looking for, what was the missing line.

The silhouette of my soul is a labyrinth in the dark.

This lament’s perverting the quintessence of my heart.

My lips are non-committal to deliver pantomime.

I’m yearning for the presence I’ve never felt when you’re alive…

Father, bring me to light…with my panoplies.

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