I Have Changed
I feel so fake,
Just like a snake.
I shed my skin,
To renew my sin.
I don't feel wanted,
I feel rejected.
I was once the strongest,
Now I'm the weakest.
Death approaches everyday,
And has gotten me today.
I fall slowly,
To hell.
I tried to run,
But Death had a gun.
He shot me,
Then got me.
I wake up,
Not knowing,
Who or where I am.
Then He comes.
He speaks to me,
Saying that I'm free.
I get up,
And run,
Towards the sun.
I really am free,
But I had to be me.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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