I Was Raised
I was raised by dark smoke filled rooms,
sittin in the corner where the fear looms.
Across the hall where the fear hides,
The room long and wide.
Down the stairs,
My anger flares.
In the kitchen where there is little food,
Which only darkens my mood.
My body shaken,
My anger awaken.
This first half of my life I wished to die,
some may wonder why.
But they wont know how it was,
until they experiance it because,
It wasnt fun for a girl,
alone in this world.
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