You have no integrity.
You down me in the most darkest times,
Criticizing who I am and what I do.
Your trust dims on my very wellbeing,
Searing the burns even more.
I do not trust you at all.
I hear you complain in a tyrants voice,
Stressed, Your daughters a ******
How dare thee!!
You say thy hurtful words!
When I was trying to be mature for 17,
on this December's birth.
I try so hard to gain your trust,
just to lose it in battle of honesty,
And a fiery war.
You know I try my best,
to become someone greater than thee,
but the words must stop.
They hurt deeply.
I trust no one,
I just survive this world.
One step at a time,
Without you leashing my very mind.
I am a wolf caged in this god forsaken home,
I want to be free to roam.
Trust is very fatal to thee,
Its fragile, Honorable and free.
I trust no one,
I just survive.
As the Archaic Wolf,
Now caged behind your very eyes.
I am not perfect,
I will not reach my fold.
Until my very time comes,
When I am an adult.
AND I will be gone.
Before your very word.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
You have no integrity.
You down me in the most darkest times,
Criticizing who I am and what I do.
Your trust dims on my very wellbeing,
Searing the burns even more.
I do not trust you at all.
I hear you complain in a tyrants voice,
Stressed, Your daughters a ******
How dare thee!!
You say thy hurtful words!
When I was trying to be mature for 17,
on this December's birth.
I try so hard to gain your trust,
just to lose it in battle of honesty,
And a fiery war.
You know I try my best,
to become someone greater than thee,
but the words must stop.
They hurt deeply.
I trust no one,
I just survive this world.
One step at a time,
Without you leashing my very mind.
I am a wolf caged in this god forsaken home,
I want to be free to roam.
Trust is very fatal to thee,
Its fragile, Honorable and free.
I trust no one,
I just survive.
As the Archaic Wolf,
Now caged behind your very eyes.
I am not perfect,
I will not reach my fold.
Until my very time comes,
When I am an adult.
AND I will be gone.
Before your very word.
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