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"Now who's got your back when you've got your back backed against the wall with no back-up
plan in your backpack? And you don't even have a back bone to support your back. Boy,
grow a back bone. Boy, grow a back bone."
A boy horrified in an orphanage, Questions of why he's there are asked with
rage, His story leaves a blank page,
His youth will go down with age, Punished since innocence you'd swear he had
a face rearrange, So big a world now seems like a cage,
In his world there is no change, A world of happiness never crossed the mind
of this teenage.
He'll never know what it feels like to be proud,
When he speaks his voice can never be too loud when no one is listening,
When he leaps, his steps can never go too far when he has nowhere to run to,
Pale face, torn clothes, no remorse, embrace force,
Lost dreams, bare feet, Pitch black night portrays his days,
An underserved price he pays, Like a needle in a haystack lies his hope,
Hunger, the only reason why he can't elope, Believed to be a thin line between love and
hate, Whoever looks different causes him to discriminate
with hate at an extreme rate. Fair yet foul a life.
And he's asking What is this love you speak of?
We see it or feel it? Either way caring is not an option,
Survival the only in mind solution, Love? Hate? Depression? Oppression? Succession?
It's all overrated with confusion?
Come death and end this misery, My weariness, how come people feel happiness?
Pain has been felt and I'm the witness, I'm dignified by the way I dress,
Blameless me, life is a mess, I am a descendant of a being to whom I lack
forgiveness, As my introverted anger cries like nobody's
business.
And now I retire from this lurking night, With death being a breath away I go to sleep
with the will to fight without pay another day,
So I borrow, tomorrow of sorrow to follow, no morrow with hesitation,
Till then goodbye world.