I remember my folks telling me I was a waste
that I belong in a trash crate
I remember them long nights trying
to fight the urge to cry
asking the lord why
why I am I outcast?
why can't I fit in?
you see everyday was a struggle
bullied by my peers
running to the bathroom with tears
they were filled with hate
complained to my mother
then she looked into my little brown eyes and filled with unholy lies
and said "baby your just a lame"
a person who will never make a change?
it hit me harder then when my daddy hit my momma
was my life a battle?
like a baby who just lost their rattle
a battle I could not win
tried fighting instead of winning
I was struck by lighting
the lighting i'd call depression
he could never lose he had all the cheat codes to win
and when you loose to him he'd grin
this is the beginning
will there ever be a end?