The angry child
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I feel like I'm being punished for the choices I have made I just don't get it, I cleared my shit, so I could enjoy more But instead, I'm burdened with your stress and pain The only thing that clears my head is brightness all around If I can must up that light then surely you are letting me down With all my might I can carry myself but it's others breaking my back without support and active listening I feel like I don't exist Why should when I feel dammed because I didn't have any kids I haven't felt I've had an awful lot of choice with things but I use what I can and I try my best, nothing really gets seen I'm broken and I at least expected, to feel a bit more than this Empty vessels float around but they can't really see A massive collective let down, that's what I fight each day Looking for an ounce of sympathy, it's never coming my way. I hate that voice of sympathy because its doesn't work a f...