I'm not your pray
I have been through struggles and witness dispair
I use to think god wasn't fair
My father left me when I was born
and my poor mother forever scorned.
She did remarry
and happy was she
she finally had her dream family.
But her dream was my nightmare
causing me pain everyday
I tried to avoid it in every way.
The man would beat my mother and make her cry
he cheated on her and left her to die.
He hated me because i wasn't his
my sister however had a life full of bliss.
She was spoiled and loved
as an angel from above.
I grew from the pain and ran away
but troubles will never leave, even to this day.
So i chose to fight them and scare them away
I am my owner not your pray.
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