Sometimes I go out of hand,
Sometimes I go out of side.

Othertimes I loose my heart,
At times I loose my sight.

Eithertimes I am Smart
Neithertimes I will Change who I am.

My heart trembles with hooks of pain,
Without help for it to rich the gain.

I want to understand about the Train,
That has my fate as if embeded is on a grain.

No one understands me when I try,
No one cleans my tears when I cry,

I am writing this not because I have words,
I am writing this because I have wounds.

Not at all have I the answers I need,
I wish one could give me the answer to read.

No one can read me like a book,
But who I am is the answer I need.

BY HERBERT SMART.