My past has bruised me
Like an old freckled banana on it's way to the trash
I pine for my future...to be free
And I ask you to alleviate my malice to ash
Unearth my mouthly stitches
Please allow me to be an individual, and speak my mind
Perhaps, one day, I may alleviate myself from rags to emotional riches
Now, I am left alone...and yet still entwined
Nothing is merely black and white
And yet simplicity and understanding would be so nice
I wish you could crawl into the inner depths of my soul and discover my plight
But, I knew inevitably, piece by piece, you would be tenable to my vice
....................................So sorry
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