I never knew how close the ceiling felt to me
walls closing in, while I dreamt of being free
Tangled in memories kept hidden with skeleton keys
dwelling here in the past, a present-day absentee
*
No-one bothered looking, they don't care where I am
your kindness clearly mistook, when you don't give a damn
I tried my best to reach out, heal the hurt that remains
I knew it was for naught, when you screamed out my name
*
Alone in a crowd, separated by lies
what's the use in forgiveness, when no-one else tries
Run away from the pain, and the noise in my head
My being good with me, is more important, instead
*
You sit on that throne, making judgements, like takeout
like you know what you know anything my life's about
Truth is, you hide behind your ignorant pride
keeping everyone out, casting the truth to the side
*
Well my truth is, I'm tired of the things that you say
sick of all your excuses and the games that you play
The next time you stick your nose in where it doesn't belong
will be the day that I remind you to keep moving along
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I'm of two minds on this. First, I feel for you having gone through such trauma with another. Second, I find myself recognizing that there are times I have been that trauma for someone else & I am ashamed.
Oooo, this was powerful! Loveeeeeee this!
Snap, Snap, Snap 👏😁👍Well Done❤️