I think its because
i'm forever drowning
in a pit of I'm always
wrong that i use you as
an outlet to vent.
They yell and scream till
i, myself no longer have a
voice of my own.
My outer shell is completely
made of solid brass, but full
of bullets from the shots they
take at me.
The pitter patter of rain is my
only friend nowadays, but even
its against me. With its violent
tongue shooting down from the
heavens above. And booming voice
screeching higher than the ones
i call family.
So take me by the arm and lead
me halfway to anywhere, i'd rather
be with you than the place the say
is my home.
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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