T.b.c.

I find it hard to shed tears...
Freely.. that is
My eyes burn at the tyranny
of my heart with/upon my mind
For I have vowed in vain
and made promises to the disdain
Of my soul..
Cry not these tears of mine -
for you've cried so much of old..

Why... caretaker.. why.... have you forsaken me
You were supposed to be whats supposed to be
I should not have to raise myself in inequity
And although Life was designed for us to live in futility
I am to have hope, I am to have freedom to breathe
the sweet smelling air of credulity!!
A childs right is to know that "everything is gonna be alright...
Everything is going to be ok.."
Why was it even a choice to believe them??

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