I am a prisoner of my head For most of my life Since being born In a warzone I want out I seek help from professionals But None but ourselves Can free our minds
This i remember Of the grade 8 The teacher did trivia Games I got the answer wrong The kids called me ****** We are smarter than you What is with the torture I just wanted to be a forensic pathologist I up Leave See mfers. And never come back.
As DMX said The bullsh*t the drama The racists These things so Angry and hatefull Makes me want to spit, swirl my baodings And say "Stupid society" I need no seal Of approvel I am me
To tanta My birth mother I know that you Tried your might To make me a future Despite your abusive husband Thank you for everything My ptsd is not your Fault.