Rage echoes thru these walls no rest for the weary like full court press w/no balls when its queit Im leery see my house is not a home wrongfully disguised as a haven threats n verbal abuse plagues my thoughts gaspin n choking on hate, no space deafening n silent torments Im just so far gone cause here I dont belong so distant from everyone I've known What the F is going on Stay up 24/7 feelin all alone lose myself I did but promised that I wont Feel like the black sheep No bed, eyes red no sleep hard to be in the living room n get peace no smiles cause my life is so insane To tell my story n unleash got me ashamed Numb when they get to yellin once a-gain self worth in the negatives but I swear Im tryna gain PTSD plus this adds to all the strain n the perils on my brain My house is definitely not a home Get close n try to take the long scenic route Wrong way down a one way I have a dream call me Martin luther Where I can be peaceful and respected drool flowing n Im in a daze hoping, workking towards n hungry for better days No joke its time to restart cause my house is not a home its an asylum driving me crazy, stuck like a gnome
This is a powerfully emotional piece....very poignant....very descriptive. I can feel the sadness and despair but I can also feel/hear the hope, the determination, the fortitude to have better than it's been. The bold verses touched me the most.
"Feel like the black sheep No bed, eyes red no sleep" Self expression is a marvelous tool when used properly. PROPS!