My Spoken ''Scribbles''
Writings that are random, put-together thoughts that need an immediate release when I'm overloaded with thoughts.
I don't make any sense
It’s because my life doesn’t make sense
I’m God’s Forgotten Child!
I’m somebody’s nobody!
I’m so mad!
I can’t get loud
When my existence is too loud
I’m my own monster under my bed
My skeletons in my closet aren't mine!
I’m always in trouble
And I am the trouble
Spoken words play with me
Daddy has hateful love
At times, I cry so much, my tears quench my thirst
Once family, now known strangers
I’m sap in my family tree, I drip down it like loose bowels
I absorb the hate, and leak out the love
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