the truth is

the truth is this

i was delt a hand

a hand with such pain

so silent within

and scared

i have suffered enough

we are all abusers

we are all such pretenders

some live a lie all there lives

putting on a image to be polite

behined the certain they cheat and they lie

and put everyone in a bucket a bucket of fright

cowards and thiefs and munipulitive fools

they all want a piece of cake and they want to eat it too

so here i am sitting and wondering what next ?

hopeing to wake up for tommorows breakfast

never knowing when its time to go

we are here for a short time so we might as well glow

The End

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