made

I was made to believe that life was a
Thing to be enjoyed
But in a flash of 17 years that vision
Of life was easily destroyed
Although unemployed and rather
Spoiled
On the inside i feel less than royal
My heart feels like its been coiled
Around and around by mistakes that i
Made
And the days flew by i couldnt
Shake the feeling that i had shamed
Myself and everyone that stayed around
Im bound to my brain
As a bullet is bound to a man shot dead cuz he was sane
What is it that causes my bane
For my existence
Is plain
And simple
Its the figment
That i must be on par with the best
When mentally i dont have the stamina im sorry ma but i need rest
See when i was young i was locked away not allowed to be with the rest
Who got to play
Every single day
I sat trapped in a cage
Which at that age
I couldnt realize would make a better me
A person presentable for the world to see

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deviate2911

I was made to believe that life was a
Thing to be enjoyed
But in a flash of 17 years that vision
Of life was easily destroyed
Although unemployed and rather

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