(I don't own, G-gundam no sueing ok)
This is a poem about Chibodee being misunderstood.
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"Cold"
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No one understands me, and I feel so alone.
My crew tried to convince me that I have won their undying friendship.
I know that as I sit here on my knee relying on what's inside.
Yet many don't know the pain I hide, I feel like I don't deserve such
companionship.
I feel so much pride for what I have done.
However, my real torture has just begun.
People say I can confide, and I have nothing to hide from them or so I'm
told.
When in reality inside I feel a little cold.
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I wear a tough mask every day.
Yet no one has even dare to ask along the way.
I wonder can anyone see through this mask I wear.
Girls often stare at my hair but that's all they see.
Sure I go out with girls but none of them can tear away this mask.
I look around in the sun as I continue not to show this man behind the
mask.
Many judge for what they see and what I do.
No one sees the real me, and just judge me more.
Many think my heart can be sold by a pretty face.
Sigh why can't they see how my heart can sink as they assume I'm a playboy.
I'm not just some sex toy, I actually care about life, although may not
care what people say.
I just wish someone could tear this mask away.
Sigh as I pass by each day, not always doing what I am told to do.
I still feel deep inside so cold in my point of view.
(Well this may not be real good but I gave it a shot at least. So, please R
and R.)
This is a poem about Chibodee being misunderstood.
~~~~~~
"Cold"
~~~~~~
No one understands me, and I feel so alone.
My crew tried to convince me that I have won their undying friendship.
I know that as I sit here on my knee relying on what's inside.
Yet many don't know the pain I hide, I feel like I don't deserve such
companionship.
I feel so much pride for what I have done.
However, my real torture has just begun.
People say I can confide, and I have nothing to hide from them or so I'm
told.
When in reality inside I feel a little cold.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wear a tough mask every day.
Yet no one has even dare to ask along the way.
I wonder can anyone see through this mask I wear.
Girls often stare at my hair but that's all they see.
Sure I go out with girls but none of them can tear away this mask.
I look around in the sun as I continue not to show this man behind the
mask.
Many judge for what they see and what I do.
No one sees the real me, and just judge me more.
Many think my heart can be sold by a pretty face.
Sigh why can't they see how my heart can sink as they assume I'm a playboy.
I'm not just some sex toy, I actually care about life, although may not
care what people say.
I just wish someone could tear this mask away.
Sigh as I pass by each day, not always doing what I am told to do.
I still feel deep inside so cold in my point of view.
(Well this may not be real good but I gave it a shot at least. So, please R
and R.)