MY Eyes


The things I see inside my eyes I feel.when I look up theres no coming down and when I look down there's no want around.A dreams is what i'm chasing but around me some are hating.But as I look at the stars in the sky I feel different like nobody understands what's going on inside my brain. About where i'm coming from on where i'm running  from.

the things I seen inside my eyes catch me by surprise from pain to lies but still i rise because at 11:59am is A new day.But still I stay the same because I dont know whats a change.

Im like a bird in the sky just flying away with time I want to be the best I can be inside of my eyes because dreams are dreams people are not what they seem inside my eyes.   


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