Tell me why have I been sentenced to a life of struggle.
Who made me the one with all the problems to juggle.
I am not Atlas; my shoulders crumble.
Despite my strength, you can make me fumble.
I have paid the dues of a thousand lifetimes,
Yet I am here to find I have to serve for some unknown crimes.
Karma has not been around my life
All I have felt is pain snd strife.
You come to me and make me smile,
Still all I feel inside is a sense that it will be a while.
A while until I finally get paid for my good deeds,
Somehow I have found a way to continue to plant my seeds,
In the earth of what goes around comes around,
I have dug knowing I will one day make a sound.
You will hear me when I open and speak.
My will is what is what gives me the ability to seek,
Search for a place that will make me feel like it was worth it.
When you ask how I got here, I'll say i had to go through a lot of shit.
I have given to my family and my friends and found it hard to say no.
When I speak of strife it is not about the dough.
I want a world that is current with emotion to fill me up.
A place where interest in me doesn't end at hey, wassup?
I'm not looking for a lot of companions or followers of any kind.
I just want to know my work and kindness has affected more than my mind.
Like most of you I have worked to find my identity,
But my persona is one that doesn't belong in this reality.
I am different but, I have given of myself and gone beyond the call of duty.
Still that tattoos and piercings I have cannot be considered a part of my beauty,
At least to those that are ignorant of my past,
I came from where knifes were the answer but their effect didn't last.
Blood used to be how pain would go away.
Sometimes once was enough for a week, but others meant three times a day.
Somehow I knew I had something to give.
Somewhere along the line, someone, something gave me a reason to live.
My willingness to give more than I get is wearing thin.
Sacrificing all you have for others is not a sin.
So pay me for what I am worth
My soul, emotion, and body have been too long on this current feeling of dearth.
Sure I'll take some green as well.
But it is my mind and heart that have gone through hell.
Tell me why I have been sentenced to this life of strain.
This is the juncture where I am rewarded and free of pain.
Who made me the one with all the problems to juggle.
I am not Atlas; my shoulders crumble.
Despite my strength, you can make me fumble.
I have paid the dues of a thousand lifetimes,
Yet I am here to find I have to serve for some unknown crimes.
Karma has not been around my life
All I have felt is pain snd strife.
You come to me and make me smile,
Still all I feel inside is a sense that it will be a while.
A while until I finally get paid for my good deeds,
Somehow I have found a way to continue to plant my seeds,
In the earth of what goes around comes around,
I have dug knowing I will one day make a sound.
You will hear me when I open and speak.
My will is what is what gives me the ability to seek,
Search for a place that will make me feel like it was worth it.
When you ask how I got here, I'll say i had to go through a lot of shit.
I have given to my family and my friends and found it hard to say no.
When I speak of strife it is not about the dough.
I want a world that is current with emotion to fill me up.
A place where interest in me doesn't end at hey, wassup?
I'm not looking for a lot of companions or followers of any kind.
I just want to know my work and kindness has affected more than my mind.
Like most of you I have worked to find my identity,
But my persona is one that doesn't belong in this reality.
I am different but, I have given of myself and gone beyond the call of duty.
Still that tattoos and piercings I have cannot be considered a part of my beauty,
At least to those that are ignorant of my past,
I came from where knifes were the answer but their effect didn't last.
Blood used to be how pain would go away.
Sometimes once was enough for a week, but others meant three times a day.
Somehow I knew I had something to give.
Somewhere along the line, someone, something gave me a reason to live.
My willingness to give more than I get is wearing thin.
Sacrificing all you have for others is not a sin.
So pay me for what I am worth
My soul, emotion, and body have been too long on this current feeling of dearth.
Sure I'll take some green as well.
But it is my mind and heart that have gone through hell.
Tell me why I have been sentenced to this life of strain.
This is the juncture where I am rewarded and free of pain.
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beckyjane:
beckyjane:
Not bad...you?