SelfControl
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Growing up is tough.
Requires a lot of self-
Trust
Often times
You can misjudged
Situations
Where there is
They say that I need help, Call me Crazy, Impulsive,Broken, label me with anger Issues
They think that I got problems controlling myself, But that ain't what it is
I can't control how I feel, But I control how I deal
My childhood was more than average.
Happiness and fun seemed endless
Bits of insecurity on the inside started gathering,
and with my young mind gave me limits
Sometimes you get so caught up.
Spun so far around, that they're winding you up.
Coiling you into a speedball before they send you splitting the air,
Hitting the air before you're batted away.
They grab
And they pull
They try to change things around
Like clay
My life
Think they can keep me sound
But do they
Even know
What I love to do?
THEY are blind
Family is supposed to understand your pain
Family is supposed to be there to keep you sane
So what happens when a family falsely cares?
You keep smiling and take all that you can bare
