A broken home with broken hopes held captive by a ceiling
A ceiling of iniquity, inequality and poverty
Will I ever make it up out of this shit hole? Probably.
But unlikely, because like mosquitos they bite me
Draining my essence, Ignoring my presence
Now I start to resent myself like Im the reason
So I just go through the motions, passing through the seasons
Avoiding my reason, shunning my truth, like a sore tooth, the pain is intense but unapparent to you,
so your reply is something like a homeless mans clothes, never (k)new.
So as I lay on my bed and think about what they said
I stare to the ceiling and yell FUCK YOU!
Because whether I like it or not, and please note I do not
These 4 walls with no doors are all I have to look to.
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