My Heart of Gold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about abuse, and how it can make you seem like a pshycotic. Like the sinking feeling you get in your stomach knowing that somewhere, someone is pushing you to o close to the edge, and where you have to redifine your borders of "the edge".

Submitted: November 22, 2008

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My skin is the map

My soul still travelling

My world is falling apart

The foundations unravelling

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This isn't anything new

The games are getting old

Just layers beneath the surface

Lays the precious heart of gold

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I could count the days that he told me to quit

That he told me I'd failed

But the hard work would pay off one day

The craftmenship soon prevailed.

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I was a user

Because I hated being used

I was an abuser

But only because I was abused

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I'd question the world

And the God that put me there

I asked why He taunted me

Though I was fully aware

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The screaming would start

Then the  fighting come

Stupid mistakes

Became battles that couldn't be won

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The bruises became reminders

Of the mistakes constantly being made

the sorrow didn't resolve

And became a soul that couldn't be saved

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The courage of a lion

Couldn't compare

To things that he put me through

The anger, resentment, despair.

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Oh I could count the ways

That he made my heart sank

That got me sinking

Down to the lowest of ranks

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Now I take the words and the fighting in stride,

Knowing that the end was near

And so from those days

This heart of gold beats without a fear.


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