❦peppermemory.

Fatigue With All These Dullness And Tedium's

Begining To Wear Me Out.

From Issues Closest To The Heart,

To Issues Of The Heart.

In Waking Moments I'm Tormented.

Sometimes Even In Slumber,

The Torment Doesn't Retreat.

Turnin' A Blind Eye To The Pasts.

At Times They Catch Up With You.

They Don't Greet With Glory,

But Haunts With Terror.

Like A Bad Taste In The Mouth,

You Can't Get It To Go Away.

Like A Dagger Through Your Being,

You Can't Get It To Stop Bleedin'.

You Keep Tryin' And Tryin',

Still All They Had To Do Was,

Open That Damned Gap.

Implementing That You Are'nt Good Enough.

It's Enough To Crush-

All Those Esteem,Pride,Confidence,

You'd Regained Along The Years.

Starting With The Lil'est You'v Had,

It Pains You To See Them Not Appreciating.

Appreciation, A Long Fergotten Action.

Condolences So0on Became Phoney As It Sounds.

Your Best Soon Became Recognized As 2nd To Yourself.

Long As It Takes,

You'll Never Be Enough.

Enough,

And All It's Cohort,

Soon Became Most Talked About.

Thinking You Brought Shame,

Thought You Could Just Take Yourself On,

To Leave Everything.

Still There's Burden Riding On Your Shoulders.

Your Sentiments,

No One Agreed.

Even If They Did,

You' Know, Deep Inside,

Something Had'nt.

They Breathed Life Unto You,

Had You Thinking Their World Would've

Been Way Greater Without You.

Dispensable.

Everyone's Got A Hold On Your Acheillies Foot,

Your Party With "Devils",

You Lay With Fairies.

Oh, How They Hoped,

How You'v Never Exsisted.

Practiced Favouritism,

Everyone Gets A Say,

'Xept Fer You.

You'v Memorised Everything.

From "Landmines" To "Candies".

No One Stops Judging.

It's A Second Nature.

You'll Bring It To Grave.

The Abuse Never Stops.

Phsycologically, Emotionally.

Better Way To Hide Those Scars 

Was With A Smile.

A Laughter So Contagious,

Everyone'll Think Otherwise.

You Came Undone Once,

But Returned Battered.

You'll Never Come Undone No More.

You Try So Hard To Make Sure The "Colours"

Go On Nicely, And Where They're Supposed To Be.

But Sometimes When You "Colour Outta The Lines",

They Blame You Fer Being A Go0od-Fer-Nothing,

Wild, Inccorigible.

They Fergot A Fact That Your A Teenager.

It's So Easy Fer Them To Ferget This Fact,

That They Do Ferget Their Roles.

You Tryta Bite The Bullet,

Tryta Hang In There,

Through Insults, Through Defeat.

While Igniting A Change Beneath Yourself.

They Stain A Memory

You'd Wished Was At It's Best.

Too Many Times You Were Risen,

And Dropped From A Height.

Height Of Bliss.

You'd Learnt From Disappointments,

Distancing Yourself,

To Brace You From Greater Hurt.

❦peppermemory.