Inspiration is a visitor that visits me from time to time
It paints a picture on my soul it adds the rhythm to my rhyme
It's the road map I follow from day to day
But tell me how I've lost my way
On path dotted with sympathy...
I never had the time to share my empathy
With the world that cared to much
To fear me because of gifts i keep inside
Trapped inside my hollow mind
Know that I control you because I can't control myself
I guess I'm a monster that everyone's learned to love
Yet I've learned to hate, the sins I create everyday are the only evidence
That I am real or am I really fake?
Shardell2007 Community Member 
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