When I was a kid I wished I was beautiful,
I seeked for attention from any old soul.
In the dark I would talk to the voices in my head,
I would pretend that someday a new day would begin.
My simplicity is the old willow tree,
together we weep until eventually I feel free
and I fall asleep.
Now don't think I had to stay inside,
It was my mind that was caged.
I was hidden from the rage
Loneliness filled my head with thoughts.
Sometimes I just wish I could drop.
I swallowed the quarters but they didn't stick.
I followed the line, but I could not jump the bridge.
I was blanketed with lies, and my emotions where inside.
Leaving me alone, angry.
I was the ghost in my frustrations
My eyes are in my dreams, and my ears they are the reasons I remember
I remember their disease, Alcohol. Anger was the passion of the home
the home that held my walls.
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Submission Name: walls that held my home
