The visions inside my head
The nightmares when I get in my bed
The screams of the failed missions
Makes me scared of my future,
And I wish they made it.

It’s a crack they left,
Fighting to be right but it sacks
Lonely nights without a team,
With a realm of thoughts that soaks
Sometimes I wish they never tossed me away

All I wanted was to grow up,
But down to earth, they pinned me,
Without an excuse, they blast me
And here I am, left to pop on your doors,
Sometimes I wish they gave me a lift.

Afraid I am, lost I can be,
Love was free, like a good hello
But mine wasn’t considered glee,
Like a circus, it was buried below,
Sometimes I wish they thought of the hurt they would leave me.

Last is my page,
But harsh was their rage
And the danger was my image,
Less is my time
And sometimes I wish they listen to my lines.

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