 | I am full of hatred and pain
I am insecure, frustrated, annoyed
I am mad, hurt
I am slowly being left behind.
I am from my parents
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave.
I live in a land of make believe,
And it doesn't believe in me.
I don't believe, and I don't care.
I am concerned about my friends, family and me.
The motto is "home is where the heart is"
What a shame, because everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
When there is no where to go, running away from pain
When you've been victimized,
Just know I'll be here.
I am passionate about animals, fire, going fast
I love to listen to music
I enjoy riding horses (I always feel so free)
And watching movies of all sorts.
I am hopeful that my loved ones know how much I care.
Sometimes people don't build walls to keep others out,
But to see who cares enough to tear them down.
I hope they care enough to do the same.
I am responsible for being myself without anyone
Anyone to care about the thoughts
Looking at the sky and knowing many mistakes I had
Many mistakes I have had and will continue to have.
I am a kid of war and peace
My heart is beating from me
Waste another year flies by
Waste another night or two
In the streets of shame
Where I've lost my dreams in the rain
There's no sign of hope
I am standing alone. |  |
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