that which i cannot have
that which they do not understand,
forced to live my life
that no one else would choose
rebel,a vile soul,they call me,
it echoes
past me and all around
my foes...
stand still, watch me
laugh out loud,
i stare at myself..
i am the empty cloud
devoid a silver lining..
but then,i dream to myself
vanishing into thin air
into the vanilla sky
a day has gone past
and i am a may fly....
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