No one can say this world's the palace of wonderful things, When born into a broken home, Where the love given isn't shown A concrete hell A saddened reality Where we see a corrupt sight
My mother with a depressed life Seeked herion to feel numb. A brother rebel of his own making Tool, pantera and slayer his music engraved his soul Marilyn Manson echoed his ROOM Nothing but anger. .. Loomed... A sister thoughts outlined in chalk Her addiction to liquor flowed forth HIDDEN Away .. to cover the years that were in a disarray She always wanted a perfect size two body To show off... anorexic and bulimic disorders covered her pain.. Innocent and still so very young I was locked away in My fantasy world Barbies and Polly pocket... and my teddy bear Bentley. . I climb the tree in my front yard to protect myself somehow.
Teasing me my sibling would say.. Hahaha your the adopted one The truthfulness wasn't there Why did no one care Issues of a broken home Memories come flooding back