May be you are gone,but that doesn’t make me come back
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
Every Single Number on the Clock knows all my Secrets.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.
I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –
I am closed off into myself and no one but me can ever help me get out.
Yes I am weird, weird is good. Normal is overrated.
I wanted myself. I wouldn’t let what was mine be destroyed.
I am a queen because I know why how to govern myself.
I Would Force Myself Edge Of The Life,To Know Its Really Worthy Being Alive.
I’m bad when it comes to giving advice and best at expressing myself.