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To Hell and Back
  I can see it in your eyes
  Are you even listening? Guys?
  You’ll never care what I have to say
  On this, the next, or any other day
  After all, on you I have no effect
  You don’t care. Am I correct?
  You don’t care what I have to tell
  Doesn’t matter if I’ve been straight to hell.
  So there’s no going back
  A bit of respect is what you lack
  If only you knew
  How well I grew
  From beatings and thrashings
  To being good and passing
  From a stepfather with a belt
  To living how I felt
  From a mother who let it happen
  To broken pictures I’m still smashin’
  I bring something new to the table
  Something true, no myths or fables
  I can’t trust you now
  And I just think, “Wow.”
  The lack of emotion on your faces
  Is my argument’s prime basis
  I don’t mean to be misleading
  But have you ever awoke to a beating?
  I look back now with a bitter laugh
  Mr. B. says we’re close, but he knows not even half.
  From a mother who lied about my father
  To a home where I’m not bothered
  But you could care less
  I don’t care sometimes, I confess
  We all have our own faults
  I take mine with a grain of salt
  I go on with myself
  Until the day my book forever rests on the shelf
  From juvie to DSS
  To getting out of that mess
  From Hell to Heaven
  All while I was seven
  I knew I couldn’t trust your judgmental souls
  And I never will until we pay Death’s tolls
  From being painfully dragged out of bed
  To sleeping so late my grandma thought I was dead
  From being well underfed
  To eating sandwiches the size of my head
  Now I’m hated for calling you out
  It’s ok. Don’t pout
  From serving Stepdad Sleazy
  To moving away, to Easley
  I have been to hell and back
  All with just what I packed
  From me being filthy
  To being found guilty
  I told the truth
  I fought nail and tooth
  Innocent, I was
  Still lingering was my buzz
  Once again, you hate me
  I do see
  I am not scared
  Because just like you, I never cared.

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Welcome to my life. And if you are out there wondering if there are other people who feel the same way as you about life, there are. I am one of those people. Trust and believe, I have gone through a lot worse than what is mentioned in this poem. This doesnt even scratch the surface. In the end it always gets better, and thats just from my personal experiences. Dont give up and dont give in.