Everyone here, knows My Name
They know my borders, limits and frame

Everyone remembers my personified wreck
And so, everyone hates the name, Cheytech

Yet, I fail to personify any of my change
I achieve to only crucify and re-arrange

Most of my efforts are just all for naught
For the people for whom I have once fought
Have aged and withered, irreparable distraught
Time has claimed the reality I sought
Remorse is now the net, within, I'm caught
All the advice from friends...I wasn't taught
Because my complex refused, I lie to rot

I lost my heart to develop a bridge
So broken, hurt and cold in your fridge

So weak, small and invisible my pain
Every day, week, and year, an infected vein
With every second, the birth of a strain
Tempting the horrid, from which I restrain
But with my efforts so soaked in the rain
My resolve dissolves reason to abstain
So I create a hell from which I find fame
A mess, my soul receives a stain
but yet, when it’s too late, feelings of shame
I see the look in your eyes, "you're still the same."
Walk from a soul, but with love you refrain
Because the history that we both have to claim
Hurts who you are, and it drives me insane
No matter what I Do, I cannot tame
I cannot escape the reality lain
I’ll always be cursed and always remain
A pocket of pain for people...who remember, My Name



This is a writing from my personal experience I am not saying I am famous but people close to me will understand