Wished to be seen, my colors leak Raging to come out and never wanna go back Seeks to be found and not throw out Abandoned in the road, like a stray dog Without breed, nothing special, not worth it And who shall accept? Who shall want. When my own could not. I had known, accepted, but they do ravel my being. Obsolete, I am, I am not. Not. I have lots of "almost I had" and turned to "next time" Sometimes it's "nevermind" and "forget it" I just wanna put a point, in this unfinished paragraph. Take the GO in traffic light and make all the cars to stop. I look back, with a bitter smile Of what happened in the past Of what's happening now Throughout the journey my scars healed. And of what's gonna happen tomorrow I shall face it with trembling hands Although, with a strong heart and a mind thinking of never giving up.
