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your words are like a steamroller plowing down my every sensitivity.
your actions are like friendly fire mistakingly injuring me
your heart is unplugged from your head, from your soul

and i, i'm the one to see something more
when you are screaming and i am crying
when you are shouting and cursing endlessly
at the end of the night, it is i
in shambles, in shackles
reminding you there is something more
then the anger in your eyes
then the hate your words disguise
the harsh reality is

your patience doesn't last long
like my mother's
a few minutes of disagreement
and she is angry
pots flying in the air
more yelling
more screaming
this is insanity

but i see something more
then a panicked reaction
then a frusterated impulse
a raised temper

i'll have you know
we aren't that different after all.
why did i stick around?
i had nothing better else going on.
i had no one else to count on
i had nothing to hold onto
except for myself
and in you, i see so much of me.

once pissed off, never turned off
once blood risen, the boiler burns
a steam , a smoke, that engulfs all

why did i stick around?
because i know
these golden threads run deep
and through every war
and every battle
and every emotional rattled
i know there is something more, hiding.

that's all i've got to hold on to
there is no option b.


you don't care
you don't see me the same
you will never fight for me
as i have been raised to fight
stubbornly, and hopefully
in the belief of another's capability.

you don't care to notice
you don't care to take the time to see
you will never fight for me
as i have fought to prove
that the good inside of you prevails
as i have fought to destroy the negativity
you just watch it bite at my feet.


i will loose this war
and you will probably never even acknowledge me
but unto you , i saw something worth cherishing

and it didn't have to be this way nor end this way
sometimes, we must wait it out, we must hold down
and other times we must realize change is coming
it didn't have to be, but it's a question of maturity

and even if it takes my life,
it was worth it all
you were worth it all
for i never lost that part of me
whom fought stubbornly
and if this is my defeat
if you choose to come against me
cowardly, we're not that different
you just are failing to see into reality

and even if it takes my life
a lesson passed on
you were worth it all
and that is what i will always see
you should of done the same for me
but this message now shall make sense
and ask, what shall comes of what remains?
the next step is yours
will it ease the suffering?

we all know you've got a much deeper capacity
we all know you could stop any great flood
we all know you could keep swimming
but i am drownding in those same waters
it doesn't take much to see
but instead you abandon me
break me whilst healing
and replace me.
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when someone gives you a piece of themselves
it's with good reason