Vain Image

                           
                       My name is printed in vain. People look at me strange.
       And tell me im insane. But do they relize or even take the time to think
       that no one is the same? Ask me! Then who is to blame? And i would tell
       you no one. Becuse no one is the same.
                       
                        And oh dear lord as i sit here now. I feel like exploding and
        telling everyone. That if i was free.From this dam inner pain. Then i would
        show all the world who i really am.

                          And express the real true me. Instead of all my lonley inner
        pain. But for now im just a sad image or a vison. Of myself in pain.