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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*
Copyright ©
Joseph Wainaina
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