Venting

I’m not upset just preaching my words to my own congregation in my own church

Battling physical hardships that affect my mental spaceships no matter how much it hurts

Not doing it for me, living for everyone else when I never asked for a life to live in

Now I’m what you depend on, who you care about when you had no love for me to begin with

This time I won’t play around with my words, learning to let things end when I declare them to be finished

I’m the author, the artist, the illustrator so I don’t need your copyrights to send this

So f*cking fed up with the way things worth and no I would never doubt the power of the man upstairs

Just trying to grasp a better understanding of why I even care

Maybe I give so much of a damn because people don’t usually give the same damn about me

Too busy ignoring who I am because of whom they pictured I would be

Sorry I’m not her, the girl with the world in the center of my palm

Instead I’m that lady stuck with nowhere to lay her tears but folded up in my arms

So in reality I’m not mad, upset, or even thinking about truly giving up

I’m just venting my feelings out on paper, strengthening myself through my heart’s recent lack to give a f*ck..

Reviews

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Very powerful... I like it a lot.. you're not complaining..just venting..and it's moving.