People who know me know what I mean
I don’t mean to discredit the unnamed individuals
As words are spiritually said, andvfelt from what I had seen?
Yes I wear my heart on my sleeve
And I can account for many wrongs that I’ve done
Yet in reality I don’t feel I am a bad Person
I was controlled, that’s no fun.
People can read between the lines
And no ones life is truly perfect
Yet those responsible fell short of helping
Hence, when I was young I felt I was yelping!
I did not kill or went inside for an offence and, if I did you should have a bolt to hold onto to?
My release comes from writing a poem from my heart
The anger has now been removed (but sometimes tested) now where do I start?
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