Forgotten Soul


For my mind is a darkened place.
At every turn a new dealer, new ace.
They play all the best against me.
A house of cards piled high, blocking my view to see,
beyond the games life has set.
It throws me around like its own personal pet.
It keeps me bound like an inmate.
Never do I have a clean slate.
My past is held against me
to the point truth doesn't even free me.
What happened to the amendments?
I can't even speak against my condiments.
Yes, I know life's not fair,
but at least show me someone cares!?
For my mind is a darkened place.
At every turn new dealer, new ace.
They play all the best against me.
A house of cards piled high, blocking my view to see,
beyond the games life has set.
I haven't met 1 personal goal yet.
I try to make good choices, but still get knocked down.
I do my best to hide the frown,
and my soul's depressing sound.
Crying out for help off the ground,
but no one seems to hear.
They walk by, look down, and help someone else who is near.
I am the forgotten soul of the world,
that no one offers a hand to hold.

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