I rose through vicious slums,
Brush the dirt off my petals/
Street soldiers turn to ghosts who still roam through the ghettos/
Internal conflict depicted, words written with rage/
Memories conceived on a blank page/
I’m like a mouse in a maze/ a rat race, been running backwards for days/
I rose through vicious slums,
Brush the dirt off my petals/
Street soldiers turn to ghosts who still roam through the ghettos/
Internal conflict depicted, words written with rage/
Memories conceived on a blank page/
I’m like a mouse in a maze/ a rat race, been running backwards for days/
Ive been single for a while now and I think it’s because of my appearance. If you guys could help please be brutally honest, thank you 👍🏾
Go through all the motions/ cope the lows and the highs. Copious tears fall as emotions arise. The truth that I hide’s disguised behind lucrative lies. Cursing under my breath, suppressing hatred inside