My Reason'sA Poem by reneaMade back in 2019-2020
Let down is the ultimate hurt
All hurt Cause all kind of pain It burns I keep to myself Cause they see thru Snakes in the grass I beat'em People say hurtful words I eat'em It's cold as ice but beating, trying To work my way up to, feel something But I just look at the ceiling My father let me down, My mother she stayed down So, my Reason's are not for discussion I play nice but a devil keep coming, Against me Sometimes I feel like, Who care, who really with me © 2022 reneaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 26, 2022 Last Updated on August 26, 2022 |

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