Wrote down

Wrote down
By: Germund B. Compuesto


I pick up this piece of pen,
locked up this mind in a den,
writing this in whole,
as i see myself to mold,
kept asking myself am i so bold?

I picked up these lines in my mind,
for i dont know where to hide,
end up in this reality,
a world full of frailty,
condemned by mockers,
smothering eyes flickers,

As i escape in a piece of sheet,
seeing things others couldn't meet,
weird is all they could say,
being feared is my dismay.