Turn On Me
Have you ever watched your world turn on you in numbers,
take turns to put burns on you without slumber.
Observed true colours
of sisters and brothers
from other mothers
and your siblings too
whilst you had no cover,
revealing you're alone but had no clue,
and they've got safety and protection
while you move hastily to isolation
with only grief and anger as company?
I have,
all I've known have been conts to me.
They left me empty and confused,
mentally battered and abused,
out of the blue with acts untrue,
just the choice they choose,
and no matter what my voice has no use.
Minds made up,
maybe corrupted recently,
or they've longed to get rid of me,
I'm sure I treated them decently
but it doesn't seem to be.
It brings out the beast in me
but the beast can't breathe or find peace
as the pieces don't fit leaving me puzzled,
I can't bite back I'm muzzled,
too weak to walk, crawling I struggle,
how could I be shrugged of them,
I feel like they mugged me then.
It's them that's cruel but how do I cope,
do I feed them guilt and hang from a rope,
NOPE!!
Carry on and tilt my world slowly
as I prove and show me
they didn't know who I am,
persevere and do what I can,
they turned on a boy,
who stood after destroyed,
persevere and do what I can,
they turned on a boy,
they made a man,
a man who stands,
destroy me if you can.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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