Curse you, O Spurious Sapien! Crownly status I own today But, I am not worth it I say, Or is it my pride reason for my ostentation Or, is it that I am not what I am. Let me describe, Seeing a bud turning in a flower I get chills Because one day I will turn adult I would get beautiful but ugly I would get bigger but smaller I would get charmy but dull Today I curse my fate because my fate is a curse I would rather choose to be nothing in this world of nothingness If you ask me, I don't know If you show me, I can't see Because I am never what I am. My smiles are not mine, For they are derived from the testament of others. Now I say what I truly own in this world is; The acceptance that I am not me And, I am just pride settled in the callous heart And I still smile because my smiles are not mine. I never left any remarks But they are still there, No one understands No one wants. Not even me!
