Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...
Has a boy
I was I guess I was raised bizarre...
Things that
are...
His face-
greasy and worn...
As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...
Crawling across the cement then
spindling from a web of...
I am sitting on the curb,
as the rain starts to fall...
Adults like to think that,
Kid's lives are just a breeze...
Silver spoon with a
Distinguished sheen...
Life is easy for guys
They commit sins and still get wives...
Sick of the yelling!!
tired of the swelling...
In some dusty corner
hidden from your eyes...