Marks

Trademarks.
It's just what I have.
Trademarks.
There are so many that some were made,
But I do not remember.

Trademarks.
My life is full of marks.
Marks on my soul and in my career,
Made for love and family.
Brands are what makes up me,
They are the cause of every tear.

Trademarks.
I can not count how many times I've been hurt
And checked.
And where I go
And where I go,
I can not make them stop the bleeding.

Trademarks.
My silent voice,
Turn the paper in my only way
To be true.
It is they who destroy me every day and
I rarely bring happiness.

Trademarks.
Marks of Sun
Its rays do not have salvation,
Even with a sheet.

Trademarks.
Since I was born marked
And constantly tested.
've Got life
And the words,
That came from people who left me marked.

Trademarks.
Although they exist in me
I'm not losing hope of one day
Getting scar them.
And poetry can do that will not talk about brands,
To be able to speak the moonlight.

One day I'll yell for these brands
Stop pestering me.
Until then, leave me here to cry locked,
Seeing and feeling the pain I mark.