HellHathNoScornLikeMe

that was a long time ago but thank you for your suggestions and reflections. Your right, upon rereading this, the end is too long, hows this? Who are you to tell me what to be? Who are you to limit what I see? You who judge all that is untrue, Through the eyes that belong to you. Constant rebellion is not the way... The way to voice what you have to say. If that be so then how does one fight? Fight for whats in their opinion right! And why has originality lost its truth? Purity wasted on the youth. Ill close my eyes, walk blind like the rest, Ignore my mind, seldom do my best.

"Mi madre es loco Mi madre es loco Mi madre es loco" "me llamo es Ricardo, y mi madre es loco"

Who are you to tell me what to be, who are you to limit what i see. You who judge all that is un true, through the eyes that belong to you. Constant rebellion is not the way, the way to voice what you have to say. If that be so then how does one fight, fight for whats in there opinion right. And why has originality lost its truth, purity wasted on the youth. I guess ill just close my eyes and walk blind like the rest, ignor my mind and seldom do my best.