Maybe people try to subjugate me because I have less to say,
Or because I choose to speak less to back myself up anyway.
Often criticized because I am soft hearted and my words were poorly spoken,

When I write, my words are like heavenly tokens.

I try a lot believe me I really do,
Though I cameless, sorry typo came less, as I always do.
I push myself and find that I don't get much support,

I was once blinded, my family do have me in thought.

Why do others try to subjugate me?
All I do is try my best to be fair,
Yet fools walk over me like studs on the parade square.
I used to care, I did and maybe I still do,

Occasionally but why and to who.

Those that look out for me are those I look out for,
I have their backs but I pray they have mine.
They are mostly with you when they need and want,

Then disappear when their interests aren't meat in the flash of time.

Do I need to change? Yes I do.
Change my heart, my mind and the way I speak too.
I need to become a foreign me and positive in fact,

Though from now I am not allowing ******* lay me flat.

People cannot figure me out I let my actions show not who I am, my moods switch suddenly,
I may be caring yet act so don't care so surprisingly.
Sometimes I just don't care and I am not afraid to say,

I don't care how others feel when I say I don't care either way.

I will improve and I believe I will,
I am acknowledging my flaws and forgiveness I seek.
Everyone lies and I am no exception,

But I am human so hold me to no expectation.

I alone knows my life, besides God, I'll be dammed to let someone in.
Even when I do they will never see the entire thing.
I have seen dead bodies, I have watch relatives die,
My heart has a numb side but I rather let it shine.
Am I ready? Maybe, maybe not but in time I'll decide.