Perhaps i am a lost case... Always being crucified... Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze And so i am never satisfied... Keep on being rejected and refused My worthy heart is usually confused and abused Why i can not sleep???? Because i am a freak "black sheep"...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i am living my "personal exile" where i dwell nowadays and people from here don´t understand my "foreign culture"(i was born in another State at my country)... i am facing people full of prejudices and ordinary misconceptions... i seem a wanderer here to most of them...