acidic burns the skin that connects me to my parents.

Anger curses through my veins
volumes pumped in out my heart
who is there to pull the reins
when my actions begin to start.

Prejudistic views have they
Upon no back do they posess
Ive tried before to begin to say
what went wrong with all this mess.

Innocent in a corner she knows not there
and fought a helpless with no voice
how ever can this fight be fair
when the oponent has no choice.

Im shouting but they never hear
im whispering but think i shout
im calling out but i fear
they dont even know what this is all about.

Neanderthols i compare to thee
because your reason has no point
your speech is never directed at me
as if i aspire to disapoint.