Cold With No Care
With a thousand-yard stare
From a personal battle
It made the mind rattle
Became damaged goods
Now wearing hoods
Just to cover all the scars
Raged up behind mental bars
No support and all alone
Refusing to pick up the phone
Rattling on like a dog with a bone
With a light skin tone
Yellowing of the eyes
People I do despise
When there is never the truth, only lies
Only trying to keep my head up and rise
People always staring
With a lack of caring
Always Judging
Yet never budging
I can’t save you
You burned the bridge
You are screwed
Leaning too far over the ridge
Out of Dinero
You labeled me a Zero
Rank is Spiro
Yet I’m No ones, Hero
©2021 By M. Robbins
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