Middle Finger Up
Never ran from a fight, never backed down from a challenge and I don't fear a battle
I've been through too much to fear something I may see on my travels
I'll walk straight into The storm rather than cower away
I'll find a way to overcome even if you take my power away
I've been left out, abandoned, left to fend for myself
Got stabbed in the back by people I trusted, so I became friends with myself
Was raised in care as my parents preferred drink, and I was labelled the hopeless one
Got told I'd be dead by 21, social workers basically gave me a loaded gun
But instead of shooting myself, I filled it with ink and attacked the earth
I write for those left behind and people who didn't get a turn
I won't allow them to water down what I burn
It's your issue not mine, if you get offended by my words
I picked myself up from every fall, how could you be mad at that?
I made it further than expected, why would you be sad at that?
Oh I get it, because your prediction was wrong
And you're mad, I made it this far even though I've never belonged
All I need is a pen, pad and my pride and I'll find a way to win
Go ahead and judge, I don't hide the scars on my skin
I've been hurt more than most, Some self-inflicted from my self-harming days
But now I'm 5 years clean, and out charming babes
While you sit and judge someone you should have tried to inspire
But by the looks of it, your guidance is something I didn't require
Sometimes I feel like the world doesn't deserve my wisdom
I Refuse to serve a religion
I won't hate other people for believing in something different
Everyone has knowledge, if you have the ability to listen
My dad never gave me one bit of advice
Was never there, yet you act like I'm the bad person, because I didn't cry when he died
It was just another day, a random stranger dying
Just more words on a page, more poetry writing
I fathered myself, so of course I've made mistakes
I own up to it, you make mistakes and point the finger another way
Yeah I've been reckless, dated numerous girls at the same time
Pushed away the only girl I loved, this is my crazy mind
Bipolar, but I've never tried to hide it
Depression by my side, and I try to fight it
So go ahead, Tell me I'm wrong, I need to change, go ahead and judge
I've made it this far despite everything, so I've got my middle finger up
Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2017
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