My Escape Route
Drowned by alcohol my sorrow has been succumbed
Pain has been temporarily buried:
Emotions i run from
I haven't faced the person I've tried to forget
The darkness, the anger, they ugly few have met
But, I embrace my beautiful ugly, yet the truth is, my ugly is not beautiful at all
Just an excuse, to subsititute my wrong doings, to make my ego feel tall
Trying to be better than everyone, left me with regret
Selfish type of love, a fatal curse of death
How can a person be so pretty
If their insides are non-immaculate?
How can anyone love a woman who's bitter and inconsiderade?
Instead of trying to find a partner, the pen and paper found me
As a child I ran away from my harsh realities by writing sweet poetry
The days I wanted to cry, no tears were able to come out
Poetry gave me a new meaning, gave me something to write about
Poetry is my escape route; the solution when I dont have a plan
Poetry is my best friend, when no one understands.....