It tugs and it pulls, longing for a way out
Like a rope ready to break under the stress
Seldom do we realize that it will never break free
Yet, it will slowly fade away, but still there
An unfortunate memory embedded in the heart of our conscience

Speak! Speak! Speak!
Like a volcano ready to explode
Destructive, Agitated, Worthless

Speak! Speak! Speak!
It boils in your blood
Traveling faster and faster….
Deleterious influences, drugs, gangs
GUILT!

And then you know
Life comes back to reality and bad pleasures
Turn to mistakes
You heart breaks free, and the rope is back in place
Calm, Serene, Changed