Tattoo

Any words lied on my head

Each of them draw a tattoo on my mind

It becomes a screaming picture of my life

Narrow, short, and fearful of me

It dictates what is drawn

The shape talks about me

It's all about me

But I know I've been someone else

I did something wrong to myself

The words in the shape

It's not me

It's them

They get me into them

Trap me into other soul

... and I'm not fit in

Did I really listen to them?

The words, the shape

They made for me....

saying it's of me

it screams

it keeps screaming

it borders me

I've made something wrong

It's a tattoo... and I let them craft it in my mind

in my history---another tattoo

another dark side on me, I can't replace

My past, I'm sorry....

Present, here is what I am now

And Future, I’m working on it

-Reith ..and I'm only a piece of dust-