unfinished

Born in the church.
Hanging on every word.
Running to the alter
For a father who loved his daughter.

I wanted every essence of you.
Growing up wanting to be a resemblance of you.
I lost faith somewhere along the lies
Took in the fact that I wasn't
Alright.
In the eyes of my father
The earthy kind.
Never right in his mind.
I was s blind.

Caught up in the lies.
How could I be so blind.
So many choices so many.different beliefs
Caught up in the threads it seems I'm forced to believe

Stuck in the mindset of who I'm supposed to be,
Traped in a reality conformed by thieves
Living so blind.
Hating my very life.
When it's all i have
And should cherish until the day that I die.

This is pointless
I was born for this.
I should be rejoicing in this!
This is my time my life my rhyme
And yet I'm Still torturing my self
In this relentless mind.


Unfinished.