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A chronic stricken addiction to which help sets free,
Running from the struggles founded within a broken home
Memories of bottles, bruises that fade way,
Hiding in closets, plugging ears, wishing the shouts would go away
Critically listening to mother and father
Only knowing to familiar, irrational circular screams
Reflection in the scars that begin to crust over
Swaying in time as growing Older to believe
Only one way out with turning 18
As thoughts turn into asking is healing really an option?
Or just a state of mind like the froze moment of victim inside
Even after years of a self-proclamation that one would not be
Fallowing patterns of a subconscious retraction
When being lead blinded, only doing as told, and being checked out
Fighting for worth, while boiling inside only to feel the anger rise
But what is worth? Why do men claim more?
With anger and resentment for not feeling alive,
Only trying to survive; only burning desire in wanting to escape
Built with a foundation from every let down
Wishing to get away, only screaming silently inside
Hopelessly wishing to be set free from the foundation
Of which claimed stability, no mother for guidance,
With no probability that she would have been able to love
A father who could not take fault for the outraged held within
Only running from the foundation of a broken home
Realizing turning away means never looking back
Or ever feeling sorry for being stronger
Than the foundations in which needed tearing down.
Running from the struggles founded within a broken home
Memories of bottles, bruises that fade way,
Hiding in closets, plugging ears, wishing the shouts would go away
Critically listening to mother and father
Only knowing to familiar, irrational circular screams
Reflection in the scars that begin to crust over
Swaying in time as growing Older to believe
Only one way out with turning 18
As thoughts turn into asking is healing really an option?
Or just a state of mind like the froze moment of victim inside
Even after years of a self-proclamation that one would not be
Fallowing patterns of a subconscious retraction
When being lead blinded, only doing as told, and being checked out
Fighting for worth, while boiling inside only to feel the anger rise
But what is worth? Why do men claim more?
With anger and resentment for not feeling alive,
Only trying to survive; only burning desire in wanting to escape
Built with a foundation from every let down
Wishing to get away, only screaming silently inside
Hopelessly wishing to be set free from the foundation
Of which claimed stability, no mother for guidance,
With no probability that she would have been able to love
A father who could not take fault for the outraged held within
Only running from the foundation of a broken home
Realizing turning away means never looking back
Or ever feeling sorry for being stronger
Than the foundations in which needed tearing down.
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