I got a problem it’s not my fault,
I’ve got struggles we all got one,
it’s not my making but it’s what I’m given,
Then, why laugh at me?
We all have struggles,
You and I know this even though they’re not seen,
But you still mock me.
I’m now the laughing stalk,
What hurts me most is you laugh but you’re also stuck.
It’s so funny right? I’m a good spot,
you keep doing this and I wonder what pleasure you find in it.
You’re caught in the middle of the cross fire,
It may even be that you’re right at the fore front,
At the heat of the battle cos you’re also a victim,
But you always find a way to pick up already used ammunition,
Just to fire at me, why?
Well, you go scot free but it’s not the end.
I’m faultless yes I am, we all are but we get the blame.
We’re faultless is what we say,
We all have struggles and in the hands of each other were now preys.
Explanation:
This generally is about all of us as humans. We have our different problems and as that many use it against us, We being hurt now begin to use their problems against them and the psycho lives on, now all of us are preys in the hands of each other but some of us don't just know it yet. We're are blameless cos the problems aren't our making but we get blamed and it sure does hurt. I hope you break the cycle wherever you are.
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ALL OF ME
PoetryALL OF ME is strictly poetry. It's all my heart has to offer, all my thoughts, my past, my present, my wishes. It's all about my life and the lives of those I love, mostly those I love cos I kinda find it difficult to write how I feel, actually none...
