'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Sunday, 2 January 2011


When life seems so mundane
When I resent my name, can't cope with blame

And need someone to help me through the shame
Someone who feels the same

A faceless friend who will not judge
To clean the mud, who holds no grudge

I need a place to hide away
A shield to keep the world at bay

These pages are my portal
This story is my saving grace

This made up unreality
Is made for me
A private place

This person that I read about
Is less than me
And more than me

But more than that
Is nothing like me

I am made irrelevant

Along with all that bothers me

I swear these books were heaven sent

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