Scorpio
I can’t help, but to be myself.
A true Scorpio at heart.
I’m truly misunderstood
My beauty bleeds through my art.
It’s true that I can be dark
Because I delve deep in my soul
That has survived some dark nightmares
With my mind that seeks to be whole
Not just from personal wants
But for awareness and knowledge
Cause I seek to be understood
As well as everyone in bondage
My art speaks when my lips cannot
My expressions bleeds for my heart
I cry for answers, but given
Something that God calls a new start
Open your mind to others’ worlds
You might finally understand
That people like me are more than
The emo label. United, stand.
I speak many truths of others
Cause I know how it feels to feel
I’m a true Scorpio at heart
There’s much of me I don't reveal!
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