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Survivor

by

Tyler Aust

As a young boy, I was full of rage
As a young man, I was lock in the cage
As a young boy I was abused
As a young man, I was confused
Abt whom I am

As a young boy, I had to take care of my siblings cuz my parents r
often
gone
As a young man, I fear the world so I withdrawn
As a young boy, I was in the place that was rotten
As a young man, I had forgotten
Abt whom I am

As a young boy, we were on our own
As a young man, I was alone
As a young boy, I cry
As a young man, I often wonder why I
forget who I am

But... At least I survived, at least I am alive.
And... Since I am alive, I am here to show u that I have succeed
While u were defeated


But That Just For Now

by

Tyler Aust


I am feeling painless
As I walk aimless
My dreams are just broken
My dreams are just unspoken
But that just for now

I am feeling confusion
As I walk with my mind full of illusion
My dream are just destroyed
My dream are just voided
But that just for now

I am feeling rage
As I walk for ages
My dream are just damaged
My dreams are just camouflage
But that just for now

I am just a man without a goal. Does that mean I am worthless? Does that mean I am forgotten? No, it just that I need someone to open the door for me to walk through to the road of bright future that are there await for me.

The Waiting

by

Tyler Aust

Its as if people are walking pass us without greet
Are we the waiting or are we the waste
Its as if we are the only one who are driving on the street
Are we the waiting or are we the waste
Its seem as if we are the only survivor who aren't found
Are we the waiting or are we the waste
Its seem as if we will not be healed from the wound
Are we the waiting or are we the waste
Its seem as if we suffer from our disability prejudge
Are we the waiting or are we the waste
Becasue we succeed, they hold grudge
So are we the waiting or are we the waste?
We are the waiting. Not the waste. We can succeed in our life despite our enemy.