I’m crying but then am standing in the rain no one sees my tears .
They assume am strong , yet am broken dead and buried in my fears
But I won’t step out, because the moment I do it’s over and thats all they wanna hear
For my weakness I will have exposed and the shutters of heartbreaks
Shall be tosed in glasses with cheers 🥂
I wish I were strong enough , bold and had a stone to cry on during my breakpoints
But that’s just a wish , I have to work on every circumstance as they pile in every point
Mad I become of how helpless I am when it’s a matter that I can’t turn down
Because it’s the only hope the only promise that I lived to hold on to
But where is it ?
What was my mistake, I didn’t choose this . Does it mean someone took my life as a stake
For my holder ain’t giving me a break to even breath as am locked and I suffocate
Can reality be made a dream , for at this point I can take all chances, this situation is extreme
I’m fitting a battle that it’s referee is blind , can’t see yet he blows the whistle when I hit down with a thud
Maybe I am cursed , maybe I was a part of the bad seed. Did my mama and daddy have a plan for me?
Or it was the pleasurable game that they were playing but then a mistake I became
I hate me, I judge me, I curse me for I see no good for myself everything I put my hands into
It all crumbles and falls as it was hit with a huge bang from mass
The pulls ain’t strong, for I know no whom I can call uncle or auntie
No brother, no sister nor an old one that I can call granny
Am an existence with no roots
Or maybe that was the choice of my parents for the same fate they were also bruised
But then where are they to ask them . I created the question I have to give an answer by myself.
Again it’s that assembly , lying to us we are all equal and we are in his image
Does he even see , or you are giving us false hope so that we share that left loaf with you to have a bite
Am done listening stories of a mighty , and once I leave the congregation I have me to hug what’s dirty
Reflections I see with no mirrors on my face, I think it’s a call from the dead requesting my soul to rest
But this is kinda different, for today my breath was slow and my night was restful
Am I having the pappet dreams or my likes have boughts my thoughts and I see myself on a desk
Or is it the mighty on my case , today want to redraft and change my state
Oh no this ain’t a dream, am with a red tie and a coat in a seat and there stands a glass of berries
But what was that , that me who was in that dirt … Oooh no! now I get it , it’s me of the past.
So really the mighty change my cast
I have an idea of a story to tell . And this is how it begins .