It runs

It runs... In the family. It runs... from life.

See, I was insecure about my image as a child

Didn't take me long to realize I wasn't worth while 'less my waist was thin.

But it wasn't.

So very quickly I had to find a new trick.

So I smiled wide and I took their s**t to hide my lack of confidence.

A couple girls were all tied up with gentleman that gave them love. 

But I was stuck with a dad who I fathered.

My mother wouldn't bother 'cause her s**t was more wild. 

On top of all of that, I hid the family secrets by covering all of the bruises I'd get. 

Hair do always up and prim.

When grown ups questioned, I'd smile big.

I never knew life as a kid.

So I day dreamed that I'd one day perhaps be picked

and finally get what I hadn't.

But that dream soon came with baggage.

And the people, they were savage.

And the childhood lost turned more rabid. 

So I hid in bed, and I'd binge on bread,

and fight with demons in my head.

And when I found love, 

I'd drop all the above.

But when tides were low, I'd get lost in the drugs.

And the world I would enter would have angels and doves

Until the angels would guide me right back to my dungeon

They would tell me "Be patient, your turn is to come"

But this world is now breaking me, and there's nowhere to run.

This is sad, I suppose.

How'd it happen?

Who knows?

But there's never much gold for those who question when opposed. 

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Nice, nice. this line is deep:

"But I was stuck with a dad who I fathered"

nothing else to be said of something so good as this.