Waiting by a closed door
Never known when its been so
cursing the raging minds around
thinking why they were to me.

Sometimes its a nightmare
but true been to be so real
with crooked people
tearing off something
once didn’t know was mine
as they said it shouldn’t be mine
standards don’t match
qualifications don’t patch
mind was so near
heart too far.

The dangers of fear
Treating like a slave
Something of a good heart
slitting apart from
inhumane by act
Descended from the slides
of kindness
Supported the evils of selfish souls.

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