I Am What I Believe to be
I am the toxic smoke that fills your lungs.
I am the bullet that comes out from the gun.
Or perhaps the cancer that fills your brain.
Maybe im just the silence that makes you go insane.
I am just the kid that never gets asked to play.
I am just a lost soul searching for the way.
I'm all these things and yet i realize,
Nothing is more important than how you look in your eyes.
Therefore I am the sun that comes up every morning.
Or even the stars that sparkle in the night sky.
I am the gleam coming from your lover's eye.
I am the music that makes you want to dance.
I am the rhythm putting you in a trance.
I am the girl that enjoys making people happy.
I'm a girl screaming fuck you to society.
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