Every day, I don't know when I'm going to explode.
I feel it in me, it's a question of time,
I was broken in pieces, I internalised,
I suffer the consequences aftertime.
One day, we told me I am an explosive,
Wich happening to explode, or implode,
That I won't be the same, I'll be expressive,
I'm afraid about who I'll be happened.
They always promised things,
But they never kept them.
Why did I never say anything?
They every time found excuses then.
I think I don't deserve that, but it arrived,
It will arrive to, I'm going to explode,
They always broke me and never arrested,
So why will I be kind ?
Emotions accumulated in me,
All my despair, my loathe and my fear,
My sadness is changing into anger, obviously,
Sometimes I think it's better to be a pear.
I feel the pressure of the consequences,
The stress of every day,
I've stomach aches that never end, I've conscience,
Any times, I won't continue my way.
I'm fed up the lies, the habit of the life,
I'm going to explode, really,
It's true, they planted a knife,
I would tell them all I didn't say early.
I think I don't deserve that, but it arrived,
It will arrive to, I'm going to explode,
They always broke me and never arrested,
So why will I be kind ?
anonylrs.
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