INGRATE
I feel so sad to be a child of my home
It sounds ungrateful when moaning on a throne
but I reallly am trapped in a heaven I don't belong
I can' t control it. sadness floods but I missed the ark
I am struggling to breath even where the air is so clean
I am starving even when my stomach is full to a fault
I am dying to live, really there is no way home
I am stuck in a paradise for everyone but my soul
Land of milk and honey but I am allergic to both
I just want to be on my own
Inspire myself, learn and grow
relearn romance and be proud of the life I chose
Be who I am without angels on my door
I feel so sad I am tired and worn.
It is so sad to be a 30 year old boy living at home
Copyright © Moses Sichach | Year Posted 2023
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