The Past
A kid with a past to be told
A kid with a past so cold
The kid gets up with a jolt
and turns away
from the stage
in a rage
hoping one day to turn the page
but these demons
follow him
swallow him
Conquer him
Holding his words he runs
Backtracks looking at his past
it's an enormous ass but
This kid had the power of adaptability
secretive, not at all talented
A past he had to hide
he kept hidden
Living a life of deception and lies
This kid knows not himself
shit this kid could be an idiot
shit he might not be human
shit... This kid was... me
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