Wild Poem by Soly Nasser

They all have a specific haircut...but me
I'm wild,
I'm the mixture of everyone i have and I'll meet
I'm you but you're not me
I'm that thing you always wanted to keep
I dont regard to myself with i, i use 'we'
I'm the only who survived here

I'm tough not keen,
i have never loved, my heart never beat
My soul is dead with no mate, i got no friends to relate,
Im the source of mysteries
But...I'm sorry to let you go
I'm sorry I was never good
I'm sorry but I'm mean

I'm the orginal material of depress
I got no address,
But i do believe, in every bad ending, in hate and tears.
And I'm way deep,
I got no personality
Just a mix of them... alittle of her and lots of him
I got no one to stand with
So yes...! I'm that weak.
I got all the awfull things, you will ever need
I'm the friend, that was never here
I'm the one who talk, I'm the one who laugh, I'm the broke one
I stand still...I'll go to hell
Please! Don't follow me,
Or I'll make you fall for me,
I'm warning you..i got the prettiest eyes you will ever see
The cuttest laugh, the shinnest smile
All your standards are me...
...but I'm missing something i've never got
They all have specific haircut but...me...