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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