Friday, April 29, 2011

"I'm looking over child alerts and spitting what ever has to come out of my system..I'm always trapped in the same position hopin somebody will listen, I'm rushin back to the past constantly waiting for a cure in my blinded vision, who cares, I find the pleasure under my wings into my image, it's never enough..I'm tied simply, in a complicating ribbon, I'm twisted out of place I don't belong here I'm nearly finished it's easy to be hidden in your world as I try to fit in.."

-Esra Chebli..