THAT'S NOT ME

You never do anything to support the family he says
You're so stuck up in your own desires
You never do as I ask you to
You're just a disappointment

Who cares,it's all going to just go unappreciated anyway
What are those days I choped the woods out in the sun for
Or the times I hide my aching pains to assist you on the cornfield
The moments I pushed myself through the pain to make you proud

The haven I craved became my undoing
The trust that I gave scorched the pain in deep
Wasn't you 'posed to be my fortress
Now I'm locked in solitude with the high penitentiary walls barricading my feets

For too long the acknowledgement chase ensued
Far too deep the pain burrowed
And a child once was,was no more
The sweet innocence now scarred
Now,In the Angel's place a demon resides

Where have the light gone
Why has the life died
Stop this stare,for your once innocent life filled eyes
Now tenants fire and stare with cold dark depth

Pain! The mother of will
A will to survive
To learn to stare at it all
Now the child protects himself from his protector

When the morning comes,with the dark night laid behind
He looks again to see a child is dead
The boy he once pushed now grown
The power he once wield now lost

Now The knowledge stings
His screams so loud
I'm all knowing and you still are a child
On my wings you must ride

And with a smile,the child stares
These eyes know pain
Seen The darkness of the depth
And with this hands I crawled back up
To never again go back there

He wants a puppet
A clay to mould
A puzzle of his making
But when that day come

The child shall remember he survived the cold bite of the dark nights
And he will say:THAT'S NOT ME

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