from bed

family tries to deny the lies carried inside where the pain could be lifted if you didn’t let them reside but we clench and hold so tight and dear to a fading feeling fostered by fear the taste that fills a hand full of tears and the left over child looking in the mirror, edges torn out from diary books, time never taken and words mistook a garish glance carried by your day and your backpack full of everyone’s course in this meal of where you stay, you were forced to sit and eat. don’t get up finish your fucking meat, sit straight and widen your feet now get up lay down spread out don’t dare frown there are cameras rolling my darling this is your time to shine represent lemon and lime a tart my dear let’s come over here. know who the elders are and always the fear of allowing that blood to define you.

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