A THOUGHT

Shall I nut up explode chase the screams of demons that linger down that road Use pointing the finger as an excuse a nuse for all the pain that I unload Change my mode or reload a struggle that consist of profanity filled insanity Feeling the adolescent issues that my family refuse to admit that they handed me Though my words I speak candidly burn the yearn for affection is no longer a concern Due to the alteror motives in peoples actions my satisfaction is the reaction I Return Alive but deprived of knowledge and culture the cause of the self torture I face Laced with the strength of struggle as I chase life's race at a rapid pace The look on my face might catch a case part of the reason my kids don't embrace That being said touch a hair on their head nothing left to be said a cold case without a trace