7

I played the same tape from my past, I sometimes see a train rack or maybe the best I ever lived. Only to be here and not anywhere else, anywhere else other then here would have been a miracle, I missed by a wrong Google search.
I see all the cards stacked against me falling apart right Infront of people who I don’t know. Who might actually call themselves my enemies, not really my conclusion. I was just living, they came at my door step to throw rocks at my guarded soul.
Forgetting I might actually care only while it lasts and then I might speak up was a shocker to their absolutely blind eyes.
I was never anyone’s punching bag, more a sponge that absorbed everything and now just a human being who is only trying to live. I am no leader, no genies, no problem solver just a ordinary being trying to reach something to hold that keeps me above the water and not to drawn by mess that is not my doing.