never could understand me

These walls echo with my past cries
And reflect towards my future ones
Those tears no longer exist
Im making space for some newer ones
Thought this self hate came from heredity
But that was just the anger
Half of them dont know me
But i see THEM as strangers
I am only what u see
Unless u dont see more than what i am
My flesh does not define me
And no person really can
My bones say ugly when u peel back my  abdomen
A child of Americas struggle
All i know is grinding
And lifes hard when u grow up wanting
So all u know is hustle
Confusion kills my enemies
Or maybe they kill themselves
There is not only one hsll for them but there are many hells
I must've died in a past life and did some awful things
If there is a hell at all maybe youll discover yours in another time
But as for recognition
I understand i must live in mine