18/3/2021
Fuck the system break the rules get ready to fight because I'm ready to brawl.
Screw the rules crush the weak the only way to open your eyes is through anarchy.
I'm full of hate I'm full of anger life weights me down like an anchor, crushing through the deck of my life I hate the system I'm ready to fight.
Burn the bridges, break the walls I'm sick of the scratches down these halls, I am not okay I am not sad when you read my words you will be glad.
I will break the system it shall not break me because the only way to see is through anarchy.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I made from ages 15 to 17 it's about mental health and growing up the last few years in foster care it's a journey about maturing as a kid but also learning to grow and deal with my demons in the on going battle of eve...
