Shell
Having these thoughts bunched up and stored inside of me,
How do I set these Feelings free?
its not that easy for this guy,
One who suffers from Social Isolation all I can seem to ask myself is why.
Why did dad leave?
Why did I have to grow up on the streets?
It's just me myself and my A.D.D.
Now here I am all alone,
Feeling like a dog without a bone,
In my prison in my cell,
All bundled up by myself,
just me left with my thoughts inside my shell.
To scared to talk with the outside world
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