Untitled
Many people think they know me.But they don't know me or who I am.
I am that man who roams the street for no reason.
I am that girl who cries for her mom at night.
I am that baby so helpless and needy.
Untitled is my life, my life is untitled.
I am that ugly monkey that sits high in a tree.
You think you know me but you don't.
I am that old lady fighting for her life from her death bed.
I am that pregnant woman asking God for help.
I am oh so many things that have yet to be named.
Untitled is my life, my life is untitled.
The things I say and do all express me.
The clothes, the hair, and the parties.
My life is unknown.
My existence is unaccounted for.
My feelings are ignored.
Untitled is my life, my life is untitled.
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