The Cycle's Breaking Me

I was bred into chaos and catastrophe
Torn down by hands that were meant to raise me
Can't face the truth so they turned their backs perpetually
Lest I remind them that they should feel guilty
They'd rather live in denial of their complicity

I tried to build a life with the tattered tools I received
But instead I built walls as high as mountain peaks
No one's survived the climb but it's always under siege
And it's much more lonely than I could have ever perceived
Misery is the only company I could ever keep

And I've got tunnel vision cause the slope is getting slippery
Tired of seeing all these ghosts in my periphery
Like little devils on my shoulders telling me to repeat history
Doesn't matter which tense I'm in, the futures not a mystery
I've never had a shot at a life of simplicity

This broken record just keeps spinning on repeat
And it's far too easy to fall apart to this beat
I didn't claim the baggage, the baggage claimed me
Passed on like the secrets they couldn't keep
I tried to break the cycle but the cycles breaking me

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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