Two Is My Number

Only two places I will cry
In the rain or in the shower
There I can't see my tears
Therefore they hold no power

Only two places will I break down
On the inside or alone 
So that way no one will see 
That I'm crying when I'm grown

Only two things get to me
My failures and my son
Theses things I never show
You have no power, no one's won

Only two times I came close
To given in and given up
But I risen above it
Did not fall to my bad luck

Only two ways through it
From this delima I endure
It's not in me to loose
Have to win I must be sure

Only two things I now know
Two is my number
Amd my son I love dearly
Through my sleepless slumber

Written 3-1-19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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