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Triggered

Now here is a story of a guy
the guy who was so bright
the guy who had a lot of fight
still left within him
Here is a story of a guy
who despised lies
who never failed to try
even when the chance was slim

The guy was fine
fine as anyone could be
the guy who once believed in pre-written destiny
and was now growing with a strong sense of beliefs

The guy hated to whine
but had things to say
which he did, at night while he stayed
in the darkness alone wide awake

The unspoken words grew in time
the reason was he couldn't be understood
speech impairment was one of the truths
along with the bullies he had to bare

He was logical and creative indeed
but no one understood him, no one took into notice
that the words he had now suppressed, had turned venomous
and there he grew resentful for not being given a chance to speak

He grew up, as the weird kid
talked spoke and acted but still he lived
on the outskirts of groups for he believed
that no chance would be given for him to speak

The chance was given but not by his own
strangers understood him but not own blood
so he resented them, passive aggressive a 100 fold
and he held a grudge, a grudge well deserved

See what had happened was he began to hate
every thing that his blood said about support and kindness
for he observed and saw the fake face
of everyone cause he had observed, all the years from the shadows

Now those words triggered him,
hypocritical oaths and fake support
he knew what genuine was over his course 
of solitude the ones he choose

And to this day he struggles
to contain his wrath
that blown up faith
and struggle to stop himself, from overcoming to his shadow self.

-Yakaa: Jujaan

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