It ain't my mission to convince you to believe him, her or me for that matter,
My mission is to speak the truth no matter whose reality it might shatter...
MY pain is real and the truth I spit is to help ME heal,
NO ONE can steal how I chose to express the way I FEEL...
The truth hurts and it's best it remain hidden,
Said no one to who the HURT was given...
You'd think after all this time, like the tide my paid would resend,
But how could it when my abusers get to live in a world of pretend...
It ain't my mission to convince you to believe him or her,
But how could you IGNORE the pain you know i suffer?
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
It ain't my mission to convince you to believe him, her or me for that matter,
My mission is to speak the truth no matter whose reality it might shatter...
MY pain is real and the truth I spit is to help ME heal,
NO ONE can steal how I chose to express the way I FEEL...
The truth hurts and it's best it remain hidden,
Said no one to who the HURT was given...
You'd think after all this time, like the tide my paid would resend,
But how could it when my abusers get to live in a world of pretend...
It ain't my mission to convince you to believe him or her,
But how could you IGNORE the pain you know i suffer?
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