The making

"You know .. Trying to be good doesn't guarantee they gonna notice Leave alone appreciate it All they see is probably trash Constantly making you feel like such Pushing you to the wall Threats fired soon as you try to stand tall Fighting something that feels like bipolar With a feeling of isolation n hatred doesn't help You really know when you get a taste And trust me its nothing like the tales You break down every night Try to shake the frown n fix a smile right But the smart ones can tell its a facade Its get tiresome.. Frustration; The mother of a couple horrific disorders You see, not knowing, or rather..ignorance, would be better Bcse the knowledge will haunt you Praying hard your mind stays right n true But no more punches .. And no more playing nice if it means shrinking Ignoring the feelings inside to be "perfect" So what's next..? Be a push around in this life and or the next..? Naaah.. Being awake and being alive is two different things if get the drift And frankly being alive is proving to mean if it entails being a weakling And it losing its value day by day.. Ikam venye itakam, I'm ready to cut it short now;" Thoughts of a damaged kid.. Parenting is not slavery Those days are way past But I guess this ain't how all the minds work? *D.A.M.A.G.E.D*