Always against others approval

Sirens have always filled my ears with sounds

Haunted everywhere I lived or put my hand

Wondered a long time ago how it goes back together

I might be a magnet for noisy areas

But only because i was born in such an area

It takes for granted that there should only be

Escaped in the world of art

And fell on their faces that adorned my day

From the ground and struggled up

Something I like sharp

Nothing to hide my love for art addressing

And sometimes against others ‘ approval