I wrote this four years ago.
I'll never forget.,
Your false blame: Sending me out in the rain with no umbrella. Smacking
me when I come home wet. This is the atmosphere that you created. It was
your cold touch that I always hated. Through the years I grew from a
boy to a man. And instead of understanding and accepting I pushed the
thoughts under the carpet. Shoulda known they'd resurface. Shoulda known
I'd never forget. It's all out on the table now and im hungry for
answers. You'll stand trial and serve your time. The counsellors have
been kind. They say you need a hobby, gotta occupy the mind. So I laced
my sneakers and ran a mile with a pained smile. Around every corner I
see your face. My hearts fucking with my head. Memories holding me back
while I struggle to get ahead. I want to break free from the crowd. It's
so loud and sweaty. I got my fists raised to the world. You can bet I'm
ready. The leaves are falling now. The wind whistles aganist my window.
The voices are calling now. The youth look for some kind of
representation. Bottle to my lips, I wonder why they chose me. Although
it's true not much else can faze me. You can knock me out, drag me
through the streets and tase me. But don't get it twisted
-Dev
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