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Oh What Bliss;


I finally moved out of the home of hell;
The year of 2006; my best year!
And oh what bliss; oh what peace!
And no more dreadful fear!
I am settled here and love it!
Oh so lucky it is that I am too!
For I have a bungalow of my own!
Just as of course, I should do!

The home of hell made me ill,
No respite for me at all!
I fought the fight, with all my might!
But was always backed against a wall!
Then I decided there was nothing for it!
But to fight the fight once again!
Only this time it was for a safe home of my own!
And not to help me through my pain!

Pain I can deal with, and have done;
It seems, for most of my life!
And deal with it I do, it's all I can do!
And I always overcome my strife!
But this was not a battle of health!
This was a battle of will!
Just because I look okay!
Does not mean that I'm not ill!

You see, that was the crux of the problem!
My age, or the lack of it I should say!
Because I am under 55 years old;
They all thought that I was ok!
So they refused me an accessible home!
To make me safe and live in peace!
I needed to move to an adapted home,
I needed some basic release!

Release from the hell I was trapped in;
Release from the bedroom that was home;
Release from the fear of falling!
Release from the hell that was my home!
So they basically implied with that rule;
That people of the age I'm at;
Can't have so many conditions;
Well that misconception knocked me flat!

So they deemed that I live in that flat of hell,
Because I look okay; but beware,
Watch that cover of that book;
If you at all even care!
Never judge the cover of a book!
Because on the outside I look well;
But be careful now, don't be fooled,
For my health is one of a nightmare hell!

Because the cover of that books not reliable!
You don't see what's there, inside!
So before you judge, take a peep,
And see what it is we hide!

For we hide many things!
Sometimes we have to open the closet door;
And bare our soul; like I had to!
But it got a result!
It embarrassed me;
It brought them shame!
And I made them look like fools!
For that's what they are!

We can always go down to their level;
But I didn't, I smell of roses;
They smell of manure!

Mess with the best;
Die like the rest!
I don't do pis* off very well!
If they want to Pis* me off...
They need to take the consequence of their actions;

I don't suffer fools gladly!

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