I tried to get these 3 parts out quickly since I'm leaving soon. [Part 3 of 3] My mind creeps to the darkest, Corners of mankind to find, Poems written in a child's eyes, Or my own perception. Tied to a post, Or locked in a cage, It honestly doesn't matter. For if it did, This poem would begin with, My entire life matters. But it doesn't, So I think that says, Everything about me.