The Past That Blows

Why? Why me? That's what I want to know, Cursed into a family where hatred is the way we love, Mistreatment is the way we disguise our pain, our hatred towards each other and.... misfortune, Beatings and yelling's, feelings and dealings that we do not look for, Heartache and black eyes, Busted lips and crying eyes. Why? Why me? I really want to know, I am on my knees yelling to the sky, The wind blows as my skin deteriorate, washing away my sorrows, anger and bruises, My past wins as my future loses, Tears of vengeance is burning and emerging like the flames from a grill, Judgment of Demons and Angels overwhelm, God talks to me saying my time is coming, the devil talks telling me to punish, Manically I laugh wanting revenge on the past, rip apart, tell it to kiss my behind and don't look back. Why? Why me? Tell me now, I finally got a reply, Look at yourself today the Angel says, everything that happened shaped you into a man, a father, a person who lets no one else bothers, Strong like rock, smart like technology, Determined like hero's, Mad for what, you are what they hated you would become, Show! Show them you have made it, Bless their souls because they are going to need it. You have asked why and now you have your answers, Your past might blows, It is your past, the real reason you have grown, keep pushing my dear, the time is near, The angels are coming, so are the Demons, Which one will you answer to? Tell me, Tell me now! Your decision is critical, let it be wise and a good one, It will determine your battle, so lets not be foolish....... grandson.