Their Spit Crushed My Dreams
My creators claim they’ll support me,
every idea I have is denounced,
its cancelled out,
I have a fire in my brain,
there’s gray clouds in my eyes I think it’s going to rain,
I am wanting to have moral support for my dreams,
no one takes it seriously,
I understand those around me who also have no cushion,
saliva from the dream crushers, crushed my dreams.
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