After a very long time to this forum. Hello!
As teenager, I loved that superflous style,
but slowly I learned to be humble and kind.
I was once out of control, a raging breast
now a quiet docile and white doe
writing now here in writersbeat.
I learned to express myself as a adult,
and also to hide what I feel.
Some things look very strange
and many out of my league.
Never feel weak, said me to me
keep yourself sane, donít kill me
said me to me, this is the life
fly with your wings; said me to me.
Oh wait, but you have cut them, so willingly before
how can you fly little bird you punny.
Things you have lost, never to regain.
I had many others at this end of bargain.
True, things have become more harder than before
I have become harder and stronger.
Much less scared, probably more confident.
A coal turning into a stone.