when I look in the mirror its my face,
it feels like I'm the only one like I'm the only one of my race,
all alone in this empty space,
no friend to call my own,
whats the point of being king if i have no one to share my thrown,
so I created my alter ego,
one who'se wicked and vile the other who's and angles slash hero,
one minute I'm crude and rude the next I'm living up to the feeling of glory,
but when I open my eyes there's no one to share my story,
but when I close my eyes my mind opens and expands,
an army of strictly of my choice,
with all the same face yet all different voice,
they dry my eyes when my tears turned my cheeks moist,
only visible to me wish they were real,
created them because of the way i would constantly feel,
if I could release my inner kind,
let out all the people entrapped in my mind,
lived my life all alone with no one to lend a hand,
lost in the waves always tried to reach the sand,
could never escape the waters on being alone could never walk onto land,
until I created my world were I was king,
loved to sleep because I could escape to my dream,
so this is were I end,
but this is only the first of many so be sure you'll see my work again