Wounded at birth how can I recover
Unsociable, dysfunctional, no father no mother
Alone and unloved like a fawn that is lost
It’s easy to suffer as you’re counting the cost.
If you’re playing the victim in this horrid game
You will suffer and lose there will always be pain
You will look for your saviour to help you get through
Your selfish behaviour will come back to haunt you.
You will feel so isolated controlled by your past
Attached to your story bullied and harassed
You will fight for your right to feel cold and alone
Wallowing in sorrow aching to go home.
You will pity yourself and blame everyone
Take no responsibility for what you have done
You will feel abused confused unclean
The tapestry of life an untouchable dream.
You’ll go crazy and grow old and be lost in time
Gullible and sold for a nickel-and-dime
You won’t have a clue how to free yourself
Waiting for the vultures to devour your wealth.
You’ll be cracked like a nut and be banished in a whim
Passed around like a slut torn from limb to limb
You will wallow in the gutter and the scum will emerge
You will end up in a ditch, destroyed unpreserved.
You will fight a losing battle in the usual way
Attacked until you burn tormented every day
Frozen on your knees afraid to walk the line
Taken apart blow by blow a slow destructive decline.
Wounded at birth you cannot recover
A plague on this earth just like any other!
© Kelvin Rush