How does a child, perturbed and deranged,
Child of an egotistical man and a damaged woman,
End up on the path to self-destruction and mental solitude?
A glimpse into the world of this young child.
A testimony of guilt written in permanent,
Like the opinions painted upon their face.
They never kept her guard up
Longing to be a part of something bigger in this world.
How could this raging storm come and lead on
The devastation that is their family bloodline?
Passed through their brother and sisters,
Mothers and father,
Grandmothers and grandfathers?
They weep sentimental tears that bundle up in trails of stains and regrets.
How did this child end up in a world like this?
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