Raising Trained
Some have said I'm a beautiful mess, but I see the word beautiful first,
The mess was just something I had to endure, it's been with me since birth,
As a child I would escape the environment I was in,
I would intentionally get lost in books, it held my heart to live,
Ignorance is bliss was a must, it was my only escape,
I was the quiet nerd who really had nothing to say,
I went with the flow, I never interrupted, I was disciplined and trained,
But as time went on my heart would explode, and I would shock people with what I would say,
Outside I was walking with you, but inside was contained,
I didn't have the courage to speak up, because this was how I was trained.
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