*...no thing...*

Its hard, at times I feel so alone, at home, and people speak cus they think my heart is made of stone, they say those things that slash my dreams, and really only make nightmares reality, they rip the peace right out of me,

And I try, so hard I keep the pain inside of me, for if it shows they like to call me weak, and sometimes I tend to think, what kind of man do they see? Less of who I am and more like a freak, a lesser being,

A waste, a disease, a kick in the spleen, whatever it is..whatever it means, ......you've raped me of self integrity

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