Written by: Michael Joe Gerona
All Rights Reserved 2011
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I'm a prisoner of Loneliness
Full of anger, full of anguish.
I don't know who am I.
Like we don't know how to fly.
Seeing a man in the mirror,
with a blood on his hands.
Having nightmares every night,
afraid of being alone in the dark.
Hiding my fears in every smile,
whereas I feel feeble when I cry.
Living a life that full of prevarication.
Filled with ignorance and indignation.
Hatred at the depth of my soul,
wish to dissipate.
Love that has stolen from juvenile,
is the only thing I desire.
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