Undocumented

I'm lingering

I can't explain to anyone how I feel

I'm in limbo

I can't beleive this reality is real

As she pushes me away again

As I am concerned even more

As yard seems more like a option to me now

Debt before I even make anything out of myself.

I am crying! I am screaming! but only inside myself

I need help!

I feel so empty, so I fill myself with food

I am trapped in this never ending cycle of self abuse

I want to be free enough to do the things I want.

I want to be able to make moves.

I'm stuck!

And she doesn't care

And she doesn't talk to me about my circumstances

She has faded like an old rose in my eyes

Her carelessness has lost the element of surprise

I am used to being left to wander into my own structure of life.

I am used to being a responsible seventeen year old

I am used to expressing my emotions to me______

AND ME ALONE!

I still cannot call this place my home.

I feel as though I should have came from another.

Wrestling with anger feeling a fight

Wanting to explode

Tell her to leave me alone

If she ain't my mother

Then this ain't my home

Fantasies of running away is all I can afford.

She brought me to the land of oppurtunities

To leave me to a failing destiny

I feel as though this world will get the best of me

If my determination is being beaten everyday I try

Maybe my minds motivation is all a narrow lie

Maybe I am meant to be regular

That I am not sure of

Regular is what's next to me

Regular is never something I could be

But with the odds stacked against me how can I succeed?

How can I try if when I beg and pleed

I am being ignored

So I kneal on this floor

I try to pray, but because of my sins I feel God isn't hearing me.

Because I love too hard, try to long, keep too sad, want to much.

I am just another one of the 12 million Undocumented.

The ones with families, the ones with bills, the ones who have no other place to go.

I am one with a dream

My dream is so hard to fulfill

Because I am one of those 12 million nameless faces.

It's not my fault that I came here.

It's not my fault!

Yet still I suffer!

Yet still she determined my own fate.

Yet still my dreams are on delay.

Yet still I smile and cry in the silence of myself.

Yet still I secretly ask for help.

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