dispute
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Money is a necsessary eveil they say
it is a means to live
a means to survive.
But it tears us all apart,
turning us into work crazed machines
that are at eachothers throats over what?
Look to the line of morality.
Your mentality, lost from actuality
Where my red hand stands in a land you don’t understand
And you try to reprimand me? Listen, I demand!
Perhaps I am reticent, hesitant
Why must I speak?
Whenever I do, conflict ensues.
Words are spat into each other's faces,
False accusations in all places,
As I helplessly watch.
I apologize yet again,
I am finished.
This has gone on for far too long.
Trying to fit into your box of expectations had been my only goal since childhood.
I see now that your expectations are not me.
I won't let you define my life.
It started deep down inside me ready to rise
To keep my anger under control that was a tough fight
The words that were exchanged how could one forget
The damage that they caused one deeply regrets
