I am the victim, I am the criminal
Rarely portrayed as eager to find an uncorrupted mind
To shield from internal conflicts resurrected; external conflicts manifested
Rightfully so, carrying damaged precious cargo
With a smile that paints fools gold on the face
Privy as such that would attend the display
In the most human sense, you desire to understand
However desire would cease, and It would meet with indifference
Where society cannot fathom, and desire would decrease
Until its adherence to halt and decease
Here you cannot stand to understand
And I wish this all was not so subliminal
Because that is what makes the victim; the criminal
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A. Calderon
I am a writer, musician, and artist trying to share my personal creations across a wide range of media and genre. My mission is for my works to be as multifaceted as possible, to create a "something for everyone" feel.
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