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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
O self, do you expect results without work?Where have you been and what have you seen of this harsh world that you would expect such a thing?
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