All smiles are rotten now.
Were it only broken, we could save them.
The barren faces, they do no justice.
Confused souls entail confused bodies.
Wicked brains, are they just lazy?
Were they, imbalances would be irrelevant.
Shocking made up stories, unless we tell you the truth.
Just some false memories we strongly believe.
Grosser than anything else.
It's so common, rejection and abandonment.
Bravely we hide the words from voices.
Courageous children in adult form.
What an immature way of coping