Humiliated

Truth is I don't know
What seems to be the flow
Curse has fallen unto me
Trees have been cut down for nothing

I am melting when the rain stopped
I vary from anything when I am in shock
I died when the silence approached
I lived when I was home

Trust is nothing paradoxical
stupidity is my hors d'oeuvres
Until the trees were bent, I was nice
Truth is, I am the one left behind.

The one who is not paradoxical
Water that is streaming inside my pores
Darkness is my path, bilingual
it heals my pores.

I am down but whenever am I not?
I tried to see light beyond the void
I sometimes feel the light touch
I sometimes feel that I am caught.

6/28/97
5:20 p.m.
FOLOGIC CLASS
I was humiliated in front of everybody!

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