Despite all the damage you inflict on my soul I will turn out okay as the years pass I learn childhood is misery inflicted by parents maybe you disagree maybe you only see the positive in life as I look back in time with memories intact I never had a say given the position of the child in families never be meek or mild even though I was shy I became devious learning how to survive
Bitter roots of despair I learned parents don't care when the bottle is near even though I forgive my mother and father I'm left with arrogance yellow with the sulfur of egg yolk on my face a cleaver full of strife over my tiny wrist my mom threatens to cut my hand off when I stole needlessly from her purse to play video games when I ran feral wild dumb as an animal lost in the wicked woods not knowing how to thrive
Restless little boy runs circles around the wolves in a foreign land fear emerges in his mind to hide within his brain too small to have a spine perhaps to be a man a little boy must grow big muscles must grow strong as I grew lean and thin as a snake charmer's rope I learned to become whole in my development I would never be huge muscular and divine remember why I am alive to bring meaning to those who know not wrong
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