Who
Am
I
. . .
?
A token of GOOD deeds will get you NOWHERE, but where trouble leads.
These days you gotta be QUICK on your feet, eyes WIDE open & your nose to the ground. . .
Taught To HOLD your words, and NEVER to speak. But when your DADDYS little SECRET-KEEPER lies just make EVERYTHING worse.
TRAUMATIZED by the things that I've seen, ONE persons words will make me an emotional FIEND.
ALMOST every single day, I'm forced to HIDE my face. This LINGERING darkness just won't go away. . .
I HATE THIS SHIT ! !
INVADING my personal space. LET GO of me ! My mind is WEAK, and I have NO strength.
