I sit and think about it
more times than I wish
Knowing that the answer can not be found
in a petri dish
I hate the face that the world sees
the one that's held with skin
Magazines and all the hype
Blind to what's within
I think that I am nice
I am kind to everything
I realized very early
that it matters not
If I'm fat or thin
I'm old to those that I desire
The fact I have no hair
The fact my bank account is low
These people seem to care
I just want to be cuddled
To have my lips caressed
By someone of the opposite sex
The ones that do are blessed
For no matter what they tell you
No matter what they say
No matter if your gay ,straight,Bi
It is definitely this way
Money is the power
That brings your dreams to life
So I need to make money
To find myself a wife
Even though 50
Is half way to being dead
I will try and meet the one
When all is done and said
About the Creator
Michael Boulatsakos
I am a earth alien that writes ,draws and struggles with all the same issues every other earth alien does .I write about my life and how my mental issues effect the way I see it .I have Bipolar2
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