I'm disgusted by the rapists that are my blood,
the thieves of smiles and of happiness,
and on my family name they leave mud,
taking away any remnants of innocence.
How could you abuse your own genetics?
Yes you created her, but you do not own her.
You cannot trick her for your own sick benefit.
If you don't want to help her just to help her,
then you should not be there at all;
you should not be forcing yourself sexually
to torture her mind and make her fall
into a dark place she can't exit, really.
My instinct is to protect and create justice,
but I am forced to keep silent this family shame,
just lend an ear, so, he'll never get busted;
I am so angry that I feel like I'm aflame.
A sticky situation, one that makes me sick
and makes me want to scream and kick.
I hope it gets sorted soon, or there will be a war,
because she is more than worth starting it for.

Well, unfortunately, I am completely comprised of empathy
and my heart is so broken seeing yours break because of me.
It's a vice grip just inside my rib cage ******* with my heart,
in some moments, it stops and I think it won't start.
All I want is to make everybody happy,
but that's not going to work if you want me;
and if that is all that drives your soul,
you will be let down and it will take a toll
on your ability to face the day and conquer it with a smile.
I know that you've done everything; gone beyond the extra mile.
I know there are so many good things that it's almost hard to say no,
and then sometimes, goodbye hugs are almost impossible to let go.
However, I've thought hard about this, since knowing you,
and I know that I would not be happy, and that is sadly true.
I can honestly feel how much that truth hurts,
it hurts more than I can describe with any words.
I feel guilty; I always wish you to have anything you seek,
and I'm a sucker to please people; it's what makes me weak,
but if all you want is my unconditional love for you,
that is not something I can give, not something I can do.
I can't be in a relationship if my gut tells me not to,
and I get a negative instinct when I think of us two.
I know you want to take care of me and just love me,
but I feel so wrong taking and not giving back freely.
I know you know how I feel and I wish you'd see I can't change,
I just want to stop hurting you, and stop our chest pangs.

I am sorry for the friend zone, but I can't cross these lines,
there will be another who will save you, everything will be fine.

They say to fake it 'til you make it
and I'm just wonder when...
I don't think that I can take it,
despite the release of my pen.

I try to shrug off the pressures,
the stress, and the constant insanity;
I try to see life as a treasure,
but it constantly is taunting me.

I want to be the person who smiles
no matter the trouble that's tossed my way,
but all these problems make a mile
and I am too tired by the end of the day.

Barely holding my head above water,
it seems ridiculous to keep swimming.
Yet, when I think about my father,
I've got to fight, regardless of winning.

My smile may grow weary
and my feet may drag after time,
waiting to "make it", you see.
And hopefully, I don't lose my mind.

I think I was simply convinced
that I was confined to a cage.
But since my mind's been rinsed,
I realize I was just prisoner to rage.
Assuming the role of victim,
like an everyday outfit;
I sure know how to pick 'em,
controlling and says a lot of *******.
I let myself fall into this routine
because it was familiar, in a way,
to be a caged animal with no esteem
and have no personality to convey.
Self-discovery of lessons learned
prove that it happens for a reason,
that for every wound from being burned,
where someone dear commited treason,
there will be new light for life.
There will be a reward for each pain
should one fight through strife,
because every loss has a gain.
Learn from the pain and the loss;
don't be a victim and don't hide,
realize it's your life; you're the boss
and don't keep everything inside.
This "cage" is a figment of imagination,
a huge constriction on the soul;
stuck in a stand-still gravitation,
******* happiness like a black hole.
Stepping outside the confines...
it's freedom to stop being angry,
to smile even during the bad times.
And then, there is no cage for me.

I don't want to be bitter
with walls as hard as steel.
I want to be the free spirit
that I truly am for real.

I like to love with all I have
and worry not of potential pain
so all those who have no love
have a chance to feel it again.

Kindness takes no effort,
and it comes from me with ease.
I can't allow myself to shut out,
all the people with these needs.

I could never turn my back
on all the broken hearts,
on all the lonely souls
who've had little from the start.

I'm not a person to be spiteful,
to feel vengeful or stay angry.
I like to forgive and forget,
and I like to make people happy.

I tried to build a wall,
but I could never let it stay,
as my heart is an open door
so I can give happiness away.

It's too painful to stay angry,
I'd rather smile all the time,
so to let go, it's necessary,
to embrace this happiness of mine.I don't want to be bitter
with walls as hard as steel.
I want to be the free spirit
that I truly am for real.

I like to love with all I have
and worry not of potential pain
so all those who have no love
have a chance to feel it again.

Kindness takes no effort,
and it comes from me with ease.
I can't allow myself to shut out,
all the people with these needs.

I could never turn my back
on all the broken hearts,
on all the lonely souls
who've had little from the start.

I'm not a person to be spiteful,
to feel vengeful or stay angry.
I like to forgive and forget,
and I like to make people happy.

I tried to build a wall,
but I could never let it stay,
as my heart is an open door
so I can give happiness away.

It's too painful to stay angry,
I'd rather smile all the time,
so to let go, it's necessary,
to embrace this happiness of mine.

I remember crying while looking at you,
begging you to not forget me.
Now look who has forgotten who;
you are barely even a memory.

I can't remember what was great,
I feel like, maybe nothing was.
I remember thinking it was fate,
now I know I was just grasping straws.

All the love I that wanted to receive,
I shouldn't have looked for in you.
Thinking I needed you was naive,
when to myself, I should've been true.

At first, I simply felt distraught,
but then I began to realize
we were never what I thought
and it's better off that we died.

Although, I do recall your insolence;
the only way I remember your voice,
"You are ******* ridiculous"
easily helped me make a choice.

It took an epiphany to see,
that you were never good to me.
I've noticed that I'm more happy,
now that you're less than a memory.

we're just savages in suits