I once was alone, thoughts were of no meaning to me at all The first peak of day, the last shining star, A face in the mirror, a stranger, a failure to this world, As I walk through the deserted streets of my town I change the mood, I change the outside into deep darkness, People stare as I do nothing more, but saunter. I hold the fires which I intend to emit, But don’t, by reason of the outcome. I ask myself the same question everyday, Who am I to interfere with everything the world has offered? Who am I to be like everyone else? Who am I to be brought up on my own? I am my own leader, I am unique, Something that no one will ever change.

Mark Robles

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