What is me?

Thought for thought?

Skinned alive by the eyes
Called the lies, never denied
Grow-ed quiet , no shine on me

Picture perfect, we never agreed
Un-painted walls
From thought to thought

Always in tha corner
From all the mouths
Never a category
I'm just one un-attached piece

Don't try to understand
Just keep distance, it's crowded free

Author's Note

Quiet + Peace = Happy Life