Stigma

The days ecllipse around my stigma
No truth to believe in
Weathered days to live in
Dimly lit, my hopes are gone
Merry days, forgotten sun
Inability to believe the love
My parents believed

They will never come

May comes, showers pour
The roses bloom while I wither
Drenched in the rain I thought
Came from heaven
A cleansing from my blood
But the stigma lies within the truth
Free me, reshape, rebirth

My hopes will never bloom

Create a portait of myself and what I am
The picture remains missing
With the tense in my eyes
For never knowing who they were
I will never been complete
I will never know life
As the way it was made for me

Please come for me

Misdirected infection from the people who build us by
Telling me what they believed in
My stigma took the opinion
Lacking truth, weathered me down
Again I learn, I will never know
Other will never tell me
What I think

This work will never be complete

The teachers of "this is"
Never knowing what I think
A language they will never speak
For me, ever changed
By the stigma I
Believed in, never knowing
Parametics that were never trained trying to fix me

I will never know

They will never
Know me, I will won't too
I am nothing
Except a person with nothing to believed in
The rose dies, and I will
Never believe in anyone again
Troubled, fumbled, crumbled

Always wanted love

Trust nobody
They will never know
I can only build my truth
When you know who they are
I am the judge
Chambered by these beliefs
That will never break with every tense I make

The days will go ahead of me

I want to know you
Father
I want to know you
Mother
I may never see you
Father
I may never see you
Mother

Broken by the wasted heart

Nothing to believe in
'Cause nothing's true
Tempted to believe
But I will never
Faded my stigma
I will never know
Them