***Story To Tell***

[foreword]

Broken dreams and hearts-

This is how it starts:

Having picked up a pen

Misty Melville goes again

So stay tuned, my friends

Check how the story ends, yo

[I]

Dear Misty, Bucket list for your future goals:

do drugs, smoke fags, give fucks, hate Poles

Mock all the troubled and disturbed souls

If they ever question how Russian you are

Mention rise of the Soviets and the tsar

Remember — the more Russian, the merrier!

She’d say making me elevate a barrier…

[II]

Dear Misty, things to do when you grow up:

work hard, do not hang out at the graveyard

of shattered dreams; study hard instead

Day and night until you drop fucking dead

Ha, funny, easier said than done

Especially if you used to always be the one

To be deprived of an escape plan

[chorus]

Broken dreams and hearts-

This is how it starts:

Having picked up a pen

Misty Melville goes again

So stay tuned, my friends

Check how the story ends, yo

[III]

Hey, yo, I’m Misty Melville

Born and raised in Loserville

My family’s biggest mismatch

Redefined myself from scratch

When I moved out being only 16

Only my inner demons have always been

Around, screaming aloud, astounded at

How hard I’d fight in a cheap dark flat

‘To say it’s complicated — understatement of the year’

Life would never treat me fair, always caught up in a snare

No wonder dying had become my favorite pastime

And my only bullets were words, my pen and a rhyme

[chorus]

Broken dreams and hearts-

This is how it starts:

Having picked up a pen

Misty Melville goes again

So stay tuned, my friends

Check how the story ends, yo

[bridge]

Time’s passed, as a result I am an adult

My past had been burnt and finally I learnt

That although I will always be creased,

At least the past is deceased and that beast

Will forever be gone, the line’s been drawn.

[closing stanza/punchliner]

Dear Misty, I don’t believe in a happy ending

Still a lot needs going through and mending

Some scars are just too deep under my skin

No matter how much I’d like to forget my sin

I might never win this inner struggle

On the surface — I bubble, inside I juggle

With my words and rhymes against all the trouble

It all seems like, although I’m not a dyke

At the end of a day, I can only be gay

Once I have faced and tamed

All the things I have ever blamed

for making me ashamed in my past

Although such a long time has passed

I just have to know that no matter what

I can’t follow my inner urges, gotta stop

Before I have got multiple restraining orders

Before I get to develop all my twisted disorders.

/afterword/

Now that you know my story, don’t you worry

All I ever wanted was somebody to feel sorry.

/I’ve put the pen away, hey, hey, Imma sway/

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