I’m walking with no name

How do I trend something that seems to have no bend?

Why do you not flex?

Do your marks reflect your past?

Is this how you name yourself?

Based solely on your experiences?

I didn’t think so,

So why are you so afraid to name yourself?

Clearly you’ve been treated poorly

Surely you can see

That as you meet yourself in the mirror

You must now disclose your soul

And pour yourself through what has been told

beginning with your life.

Your spirit will master itself now

In An empirical outlet

That conforms

To forgiving yourself.


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