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the lies to my body
Lights make dark silhouttes play games like toys i,
never had growing up, being fed lies when all i wanted, a taste of the truth
even books get tired of being read'
when eveyone knows your story,
but not the pain of opening up
paretns build chuildren up like castles, just to tear them down,
left shattered on the ground,
we built ourselves back up to be a fortress of solitude,
because even matts get tired of being stepped on
like
pens being used to write stories that are not their own, we are all trash surfacing on the same level;
trash to the sewer; listening to the raidios words to numb like a therapist,
i listened to these songs written on the wall
i try to understand what ive lost and what ive gained,
but i gain nothing from minds like prison, viewing my house like jail,
every church building i talk to says im going to hell,
why, for the way my emotions can feel,
so they kill others mind yet, heaven and hell making bets on which way my mind will split,
waged wars, weigh heavily on my chest like..
like my little brother
when we were poor living on corners with stores,
he needed a place to rest i'd let him place his head on my chest,
i can recall how he'd take each breath so cold you could even see it,
i remember telling him about our family tree and how we werer the world, our bodies outreach to save every poor baby,
casting out generosity like that of those who live
poor but still help others in povertiy
the world lies to my body
every experience i know, white hairs grow on my head like light rays shine on dark days.
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this poem is a collection of emotion. i wanted to try expressing how i feel now vs. when i was younger, as you can tell from a select line from the peom, i grew up in a very povety ridden area, and as a child i saw the world very different view. this covers a lot of what i felt.