They feed him these scripts since a jit

Gaslighting him to believe they’re legit

Told him not to question them a bit

though he was a skeptic since a kid

Survival instincts trauma breed

Fighting 2 diffrent voices inside his head

One started getting silenced as time advanced

World started looking bleaker from a foggy lens

He only hears the inherited scripts not the other side of him

He falls deeper into an abyss

The more he’s home the more numb he gets

Checked out off the drugs only way he can feel bliss

Though he knows it’s temporary and artificial

It felt realer than being sober living superficial

Fake smiles holding tears cuz who tf gon hand him a tissue

Lead to a cycle of misuse

Let’s be honest a cycle of abuse

Know those demons get to talking if he ain’t had a hit or 2

Like if he wasn’t high he felt out of tune

Or out of key

just knew when he was sober his heart tend to bleed

But also a stoic soldier so those scars never leaked

Took some actions just to not hear those voices speak

Demons led him to run through life at a cosmic speed

His next few steps would be what he’d soon regret

Learned some life lessons within a few hellish weeks

When released back off new drugs cuz guilt never stopped screaming

Tears never stopped streaming

Dynamics never started healing

Took a few more years of pain for changes to start revealing

Know he’s blessed cuz his angels became his inner voice and always stayed near him

Had to stay sober to gain clarity

Learned to look at life like a parody

Laugh at the absurdity’s

Don’t inherit them

Fuck all the narratives

Be your own author that’s real ownership

Create your own meaning even when the inherited scripts say it’s meaningless

Every day every breath another choice to make and later reflect

Your life is yours and the world is ours

Stay in stuck a script

“I don’t want to stick out in a field of wildflowers”

or retain your own power

“The worlds birthed with variety because differences is what built the beauty of the flower”