Italiano
He rides the highway back and forth
Not knowing it's end
Not remembering where he left from

Hypocrisy
The black strands of contradiction
he laughs at the irony
As he is (mostly) happy inside

expressive
The world knows his fabric
And the corners of his mouth won't stay down
because his articulate mind
contradicts the silenced voice

Rebellion
it comes unintentional
He just values his individuality
unsure of why
so he smiles again
sickly
with a little laughter
justified
by the fact that he is the worlds black-haired stepchild

03/20/2009

Author's Note: I wrote this about myself

Posted on 03/20/2009
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