Gainesville, TX U.S.
Delayed in my thinking I sit and moan
although it would be good to leave I am stuck in glass with no door knobs
Life really isn't what I want
I want something high..
piece of mind, natural bliss, dangerous myths
I don't know..
People are shaped to their own fitting
They can be cruel, and also likeable
Experience has tought me to stay away from crowds
Noone is their own
everyone is modeling something
Ugly people even fit in times that are changing
What really is ugly?
Is it outward appearance?
or the insides of bad people