At a very young age I was brainwashed into believing my family was normal
Knowing deep down inside nothing was
Father flipping beds sofas tables and even me too
Guess what for
A buck or two
Momma crying believing this all she can attend to
Because she knows her two boys wanted their father to attend everything one day
But did that father stay
The hate, the hate grew bigger and bigger
My love my heart shrunk...dilation
I have seen things that are traumatizing
Gun to my fathers head in broad daylight
Mother dying holding on from the love of her two
Being prisoned in a home with not one friend not even two.
My life has been a living hell
But my outer shell don't let that be seen
I go in public with a smile, a persona so that you can't see my cracks and breaks
People only see my duck-tape, holding together what's left of a broken child
With nothing but heartache
While all little hope dissipate, evaporate, condensate
It's all a repeated cycle of broken shards of glass trying to inflict me
And I'll never let you know it gets to me
