I don't know what else I have to
say..
It just hurts .. that's it's constantly thrown back in my face
trying to do better but nothing changed
It's just happening at a different pace
And I'm the one to run instead of chase
Finding running through repeated sentences we must be on the same page
and in your voice ..I'm starting to hear rage
As their thoughts are swimming in my past picking up stories and making present altercations and pushing them to be facts ...
So constantly I got monsters on my back ..
The more words that are spoken the deeper they dig
Until it's "them"
causing every thing I did....
Turning me into the Monsters..I've always hid