I AM...THE CHANGE
Eyes shut -
unaware of the surrondings
In the slums of a metalic hut
born out of womb a weak runt
Human chracteristics
Its part of my anatomy
My mind, body, soul a walking tragedy
Born into something called reality
Fourteen years -
My death seems near
Friends of blue say its in the rear
Taking a closer look enemies of red state "My dear"
No where to go
No purpose to see
The only way out
Its meant to be
Lost in a realm
Found by Dr. Laim
Mentored to from torment
Opened my principles door and met
Smile
Kind
Friendly
Giving
His human anatomy
Changing my mentality
Sixteen-
Education
Reduced of its complexicty as a nation
Color blind in the mind
No need to hide
Seeing the truth of the anatomy
Humans are the same but different in personality
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