Crowd by Michael D. Levosada

Those Thoughts

Thinking of how I will die Embracing myself every time I cry Staying in the four edges of this room Not thinking if this will soon, go boom!

Problems couldn't just go far away from me Every minute, every second, in a cup of tea You can't be sure You must be ready to endure

In every time I went I see in their eyes 'Is she for rent?' Nothing good, nothing less Always they see me as a jerk, useless

But have they ever tried to approach? Just to make sure they're not burning the wrong torch? Whom have been not noticed Not ever been an artist

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