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I am That Girl
I am one of those people
that are labeled as an addict.
I am judged, I am doubted,
yeah I do not doubt it.
I am the one you call a friend.
But when I'm not around,
All that you do is pretend.
I'm the one you say you can't trust.
Yet I'm the one that's first to clear the dust.
You say I'm angry, but its passion that speaks.
*** keeping calm, when I'm the feast!
Violence isn't the answer but neither is peace.
Addicted to a life that's not so bad.
Only because its all I have had.
Addicted to the times that have not changed.
Not the lifestyle, as the living, that's rearranged.
From the streets to a cage.
From the cage to the streets.
It's the grind that allows me to be free.
Watching out for you and me.
Yet I'm the only one with cuffs on my hands.
Because your my people and I protect my brand.
Call me crazy, call me careless.
But remember who I am, I'm the one that carry's your stress.
I'm the one that keeps real.
I'm the one that would give my life and wheels.
I trust nobody cause I refuse to be fooled again.
Don't blame me, blame those mother***ing sins.
I believe in things that you can't give.
I hate all that are the reasons you live.
I'm that addict in case you forgot.
Nothing more than a lost soul.
Just spinning my wheels digging a hole.
Can't find a reason so I cycle like the seasons.
Can't find a cure so I'm forced to endure.
Day in and day out.
Caught between the floods and droughts.
Never the less, I'm a ***ing mess.
But not as you are, for your the one that's scarred.
Hiding is not the same as avoiding.
Acknowledging is not the same as exploiting.
Judge me, but not before you judge yourself.
Fear me but not for what you know.
We all can't believe,
when we all fight to retrieve,
what it is that makes us bleed.
The difference is only a matter of beliefs.
The reality of what we don't knw is truly our grief.
I'm addicted to life, and living right.
I'm too quick to test,
my standards aren't realistically best.
Kinda like you and how you doubt who I am.
We are two of the same,
we are only trying to understand.
Don't try to understand, and I will do the same.
I'm an addict remember, at least I own what I try to tame.
Addiction chose me and I don't choose to abuse.
I am powerless, I can't win cuz I was born to lose.
But my message is real
and although I choose to conceal
how I sometimes feel.
It's only because you choose to undermine me
and my ability to heal.
Ignorance and stupidity are not reasons to judge.
And your unable to change for your holding a grudge.
Pain is my life. Love is my light.
Living to fight.
For the fight is my right.
Crystal K. Floyd
crystalshealingjourney
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