Good, Bad, Ugly

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A 10 year old going through what most don't understand

It's so weird it took drama to open his tongue

But I guess I need the pincers to pull out the thorns

She, that who was good at making a babies sit

Young boy caught her in an act so sick

Door locked while she asked him to sit

He froze and blanked out of thoughts to think

Areolar in his face

Tiny fingers in dark place

Stained mind,soul and body

Shattered perception of his own body

If his fingers could count how many times

His fingers wouldn't sing, run out of rhymes

But he was a kid how was he supposed to know?

Maybe he should have left the room, his self hatred blossom

Never told anyone, out of fear and disgust

Buried the secret while his thoughts became promiscuous

As he got older he dealt with so much self hate

He still hates that part of himself, till this date.

Dark paths, bullied because he was bullied, that wasn't him

Past partnered with depression in an orchestra

On the outside, a strong dark and handsome

On the inside, crawls in earth's dust like a limping worm

To his friends, he felt like he was a plague

No need to part the red sea, he just ends up with parted ways

Sounds of chaos around him, like fallen chandeliers

Spirit deadened, ascend to uneven stratas

Why couldn't he leave that room and run away?

Why didn't he serve his parents, on a truthful tray?

Once tried to take his own life and splash his gut

Addicted to drugs while his life gets drained out

Poured water on his Insecurities and watched them grow

Choking constantly in his dream, like a noose around his soul

He checked into therapy to cure his 11 year old wound

Maybe someday he'll have his freedom, soon

6 months clean from one addiction as he battles the other

Trying to settle his last, like a payout clause, landlord from tenant

It all started with the one who knows how to make babies sit

And a small kid who is finding the path to forgive himself still.