BIOGRAPHY: ÅnØmålî

(An Introduction)

An old spirit with a childlike nature
I'm guarded, yet open
All wrapped in one
I am one of God's stranger creations
The word, AnOmali
Now isn't that fun?

I am without the constraints of perfection
I am both the boy and the girl
I like to be bad
And yet I crave correction
I hate to be boxed
And my box is this world

I live in the open yet you do not see me
And it seems you hear less
The louder I scream
I've met you halfway and yet you will not meet me
You're choking me love
And I just want to breathe

Don't I have the right to exist as was chosen?
A square peg, a round hole
Even though I don't fit
All of your ideas, they are rigid and frozen
I simply am
Categorize this

I wish to know truth if truth is for knowing
I wish to know love without silly rules
I wish to know what
Will come after the sewing
I anxiously wait
'Cause that time will come soon

A stranger on Earth, cliché though it may be
I'd rather be lonely
If there I am free
And I may never know love
In the way that best suits me
But I will remain, true to me true to me true to me...

An AnOmali


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