\"The Fire In My Soul Exposed\"
No council will house me, and my family resent me/
Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I\'m empty
Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/
Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen
If I could reborn again, I\'d definitely call in sick/
From the beginning to the end, I\'ve had to forge to exist
If it wasn\'t for my dog, I swear I\'d call it quits/
Tired of calling for a God, whenever I\'m falling to bits
I\'d slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/
As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it\'s real
I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/
Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail
Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/
Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare
With this head in despair, I\'m more than prepared to go home/
And when I\'m gone from here, they can have my poetry throne.
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