How hard is it to be happy
To fight what’s inside
To overcome anger and let go of pride
Time has changed but only few get every minute of it
To be immortal has its perks
To be loved by all
The live joyously without fear
To be strong in the eyes of anyone near
Or to be called a coward
To be tortured of frivolous decisions
A social pariah in the eyes of all
What is like to be accepted ?
Rather than have a title and its expected ?
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
The one who tells you become closer with your inner self
Insecurity as you cloth yourself
Who am I as the mirror glistens a vague shadow
The fright is here as you lay there thinking
What am I doing here ?
Photos flash as you see time wasted ?
Quickly sitting up you realize its not you who you are Portraying
Dream until your dreams come true
Eventually you’ll wake up
Or sleep until your realize your dream was never thought of
My Life Story 
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