I'm doneIt's not okay.You think you can screw me over like that?You spoil my genetics,My past.Now you're tempting my present?My future?Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.You think you got all the power.Let me tell you something,You don't.That poison you emit into my brain, it is not working anymore.I am NOT the victim anymore,I am NOT gonna stay parked.I'm getting out and moving on.Hey Momma dragon,Father drunkard.I'm not your daughter anymore.
DoneThink about it for one minute.Take away your prejudice,All the hate in your scorned heart,And just listen.We're at the dawn of a social collapse,And all we worry about is nearly petty.People are dying,But not by a physical illness,A mental one.Everyday we are bombarded with what's "right,"How we should look, act, and feel.Those who can't stack up become forgotten.They become lost and feel alonewith people telling them it's a delusion,That they're making it up.What have we become?We're encouraging the death,by refusing those to speak up.This is where my voice is,I can't speak out of here.Nothing but slander,Lies,a
UnsaidThere are so many thoughts left unsaid.Talk of how we should appreciate out loved ones and remind them every chance.Why are these thoughts unsaid?Many of these thoughts are gems of knowledge, the hearts of our true feelings, and oceans of creativity.If we are to do what people say we should, why aren't we allowed to?Censorship is not what I'm talking about.Why are people so unwilling to hear thoughts not congruent with theirs?Everyone thinks differently; A similar thought found all on its own, by two different people, with no one else causing it, should be rare.Shouldn't it?My thoughts are unsaid, b