Seventeen

Looking, Looking, Looking back at all those fucking days a rude awakening to my life in light were all my fears where up was down and right was wrong everyone's morals disappeared I tried to run, but didn't make it far fouled by my own hands Those days they made me they've made me to WHO I AM and I keep learning keep learning with every Every step I take i Relive those days as if it were all yesterday I still hear the threats thrusted to the curb when I tried to speak was asked where I got the nerve You don't fucking understand you asked what was wrong I stared in disbelief as I say you play the part you stood there so innoncent but I, I knew the truth you'll never know what those days meant Reliving those times I think of all that was said the lies and deceit still running inside my head my hero's exposed, fallen off of his seat don't know where to run or what to believe the beatings, the bruises, the scrapes, and verbal abuses have all taught me how cruel this world can be but instead of breaking, I just sit here and I'm thanking for those times, that made me to WHO I AM!