Family, My Sad Story
I don't know if you can call this a rhyme;
I just don't have the time.
My heart is crying!
Inside.... I'm dying!
I let go of the tear stream;
Out of frustration I give a scream!
These tears I am crying...
Is this the beginning of my dying?
My mind is running far and wide;
Who is gonna swallow this pride?
Family is suppose to give us joy,
They're playing with me, making me a toy!
They forget I have real feelings
I cry real tears, my mind has no ceilings!
How could they?
They're making me their prey!
You're telling me your story;
claiming your own glory.
Everybody's downloading on me?
You're making me cry, can't you see?
Crying, crying it has no end!
Away with you, I want to send!
My heart is in pieces, it's breaking...
a sad story in the making!
A million pieces on the floor,
out they go, out the door!
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