The day that we're born
we drink in a new life
not knowing what's to come or will be.
We then find our voice
we can now cry out loud
and all we want is just to be fed.
Food for our bellies
play to build up our bodies
the words of knowledge to nourish our
minds.
We were born and raised
and became who we are
it was from all that was fed to our
being.
That feeding could often be sweet
when we look back remembering
the great times with our families and
friends.
But sometimes that feeding
was way off base
leaving us to feel no acceptance at
all.
Those times left us bitter
as if we'd been left all alone
where no-one cared whether we even
alive.
Depression set in
self hate seemed to evolve
inside there was just something missing
But it wasn't the food or play
nor even those words of knowledge
all along what we cried for to was
love.
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