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Skeletons dangling in my closet The smell of rotten deeds, do I repent with remorse? Do I live in disguise only to fit it? No… I stand alone in truth. I made my bed and shall lay on it

This path I travel left grieves raveled This bad battle lead me weak unsettled Bare feet stepping on shattered glasses my broken soul Pieces scattered like constellations Even if I’m a Gemini, I stand alone in truth

How do I get judged by the crowd I keep when I’m an outcast, too eccentric to fit in. I don’t deal with peer-pressure very well I don’t tolerate envy and I despise grapevines I have came across a few snakes and decided to keep the grass short since then

My journey to self-acceptance, I have made mistakes and I made peace with my flaws I have been through hell and now, I’m seeking for my own little heaven A paradise at meek A place for my thoughts

For I shall stand alone in truth No room for pretence, no need for acting In the mirror I see myself through penal glands They look at me with a glance of image laws most gravitate to But in fate, we lay separated in our boxes

My baggage defines me, my walk gave me a bounce of navigation My back is not going to fail me My spinal rigid as my destiny awaits me… Beyond the rationality of logic, there where I will meet me

Where I will be alone naked from my own skin alone without any good but my own sins No shame, no regrets or even an instance to be afraid Fibres and genes are obsolete There on the other side of the journey to self-acceptance