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i will teach you


how come everytime i do a good thing there is always a person to point out what i did wrong?

how come i cant have my moment to shine without having someone say all this is bad?

how come i do something for everyone but someone says you do this for  yourself ?

how come everytime i make a little mistkae they have to come up and tell me this is why?

how come i cant just be happy free and myself?

how come everytime i start to walk they have to trip me?

i cry and i cut my self to let the pain be free from my body?

i learn that they dont matter they all just hate on what i do 

i learn that my problems wont be solved if i try to just bleed through them

i learn that im stuck with those type of people till the day i die

i learn that i will get to shine 

i learn that i am a bird and those people are my oil

i cant live cause there is oil in my lungs

i learn that i have to first t walk to learn to fly

not lay on the floor and cry as i wish i could die

i stand up and i walk i will get this oil off of  me i will fly no matter what any of you say 

i get pushed down but i stand and i say i will not let you push me around i am not your punching bag 

so put your fist down

 learn to fight with your words i can tell you right now i will win that battle

i will speak the truth and only the truth of the terrible things you have said to me 

like i was trash dirty and didnt deserve to breath air i was fat or way to skinny or i was flat

the only way to make you stop is to just tell you the truth

which is that you can not say  your truth to your self but you can say to me through the pain you have caused me 

i will tell youthat you are  a trapped soul

that you are hurt

that you have decided to reach out to me and say i need help

i will teach you things you already know but you never knew that knew what i havet taught you

how come i will teach you? you ask 

becuase i feel your pain i know how it is to be you 

you have shown me your dark side

i will help you find your light side

just btake my hand

your my wendy im your peter pan i will take you to neverland

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