Walking Travesty

I don’t have to look for failures
By looking at my reflection
I could find where it is,
I don’t have to seek for irony
my life is already an irony.

I’m a walking travesty.

My favorite word is not hope
but rather “loath”
My life is an abstract
It’s too hard to decipher
too dark to be seen,
too messed to clean.

Perhaps, hopes are not true
happiness is just a fictive word for me,
would you believe me if I’ll tell you,
that I buried my old self for century?

I’ve been longing to breathe,
Longing to fly,
Longing to be free,
Longing for something,
something I didn’t know.


words by: CJ Sanchez

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