My diary
I walk through the streets and I walk through the yards
Today
Thrawing butts around me, dispelling the smoke
So grey
I can insult and I can insicure myself
Why?
Drain my brain and kneel untill I become
Dry
I proud of it but i`am in doubt
Once I overheared the words about me…
What a tosh!
I want the rain to come and help me just
To wash
I am not a haughty child, your thoughts
Are wrong
Sky is dark and heavy, but I know that
I am strong
My mistrust swallows me when I get
Into bed
Pour the milk around me and I wouldn`t
Be so sad
Selfabasement dazzles me but
I am right
I am waiting but no-one will come
Tonight
I proud of it but I am in doubt.
© Copyright: Наталия Сайконен, 2005
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