My Way

Thu, 05/08/2014 - 15:03 -- kmeza


My Way 

My past is filled with sorrow. 

i try to hide my emotions

from the rest .

it has always been My Way.


I have done things I'm not proud of. 

i still continue to make mistakes. 

Sooner or later I'll learn

until that day, I'm doing things My Way.


Each morning I put on my mask

before anything else.

Another morning another day of hiding,

they try to change me but they won't.

I will everything My Way.

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