EXHIBITIONIST You rain on me Tell me to wash memories Away to the depth They were born in But this nagging doubt Unremitting like my heart beat I'm unforgiven by my own feats Climb another shiny sheer face To reappear in the vally of alone I smile But only for you I believe But only in my twisted truth I always believed In the purity And the innocence of youth You can shout the loudest This doesn't mean your right The most beautiful pictures are painted with gentle colours Lovingly applied by the purest mind If someone ignors you He doesn't care for your opinion No feelings for your point of view An insult We're mostly too blind to take Exhibitions demand a reaction of kind Ignor your attacker And watch the rejection Grow in his eyes As finally he realised He's wasted his timeBirth sign: Gemini
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