The Confrontation
As my focus carousels from one pleasure to another.
I’m building up a tolerance that wouldn't please my mother
or sister, who went through, a whole heap of trauma.
Thanking God that she aint someone's baby mama.
But see that's my problem, never looked in the mirror.
Never thought I had an issue until it became clearer.
The deeper I searched, I discovered the concealers.
The deeper I searched, I discovered the concealers.
Hiding behind a smile, but underneath it was shame.
Thought it would bring me joy, but the birth was pain.
Fighting with yourself just because of repression.
Only way to find peace inside, is by confessing.
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