I thought humans learnt from their mistakes?
Perhaps I'm the exception to the rule?
One would think you'd learn not to put so much trust in others,
In the end.... They'll abuse it.

When my best friend turned around and stabbed me in the back,
Hacked into everything I knew, everything I owned and used it all as blackmail against me, I thought I knew how it felt to Hurt
To feel genuiene Anger towards someone.
I of course was wrong...

Now, couple years down the track, I put too much trust into someone I now know I should never have. He turned around and stabbed me in the back and broke me. I though I knew how it felt to be Crippled
To feel like everything inside me Shattered
Single handedly ruined me and my life, shattered my trust in people and when there was no one there to support me... I fell deeper into the abyss. I sought refuge and support from the people I still held trust and faith in
They too abused my trust in them and broke me further, By now my pieces are too small to fit back together.
A shattered mine and a crippled soul but...
Everyone has problems. Everyone is hurting right?
I shouldn't complain, shouldn't tell you my problems because they're not your problems and why would you want them?
That's absurd

No matter what I say anymore, it is with an ill will
No matter what I do anymore, it is with an ill will
No matter how I feel anymore... it carries with it an ill will...
I am nothing but what people tell me I am
I can't begin to list how others make me appear anymore than I can begin to list how I appear in the mirror...
There is no thinking positively
There is no "It gets better"

When you're me...
...Even the saddest of emotions turn to anger.

Sit,stay. Following through, jumping through hoops tryin’ to fit these social norms. Just to have doors closed. Obedience is all I’m taught. But that’s not what my ancestors fought for. Beat down told not to explore. Thinkin’ that I can’t soar. This world made to capture, enslave hurt my membrane. They can’t keep me down, so they frown. I’m broken, don’t want to be fixed. They think it’s a trick. Ever thought it was just me being me. See, that never occurred. Tryin’ to  preserve their little girl, makes me wanna hurl. Angry all they see is anger. Can’t comprehend that maybe this is for the best. Maybe broken is my token to the top, maybe not. Discovery is needed to bring about recovery. Can’t you see! This is me! I’m broken, outspoken, just needing to be me. “Not acceptable, you need to look presentable.” My baggy jeans and t-shirts provide comfort from the hurt . Inflicted by them. You ask who’s them? They are you, every single one of you. Your society your world makes me want to hurl. Allowing people like myself to walk a mile only to receive half a smile. Climbing, trying to let you see the real me but you can’t let that be. I give up, the fight is over, no longer your right to dictate. Now don’t hesitate to appreciate. This is me!