Absent Minded
Under Rug Swept
so the bars of conversation are about to be raised
some demons of psychology are surely to be formed
as you learn to trigger psychological memories i can no longer face
forget the abuse
forget the sexual abuse
under rug swept
locked in this shell
and you look at me from such distance as what should be soo obvious
and there you be a perfect target screen
and here is a blindly fueled rage
do i remember what you are triggering
the things ive been medicated for
the things i try to forget as to why its not easy to sleep
and the reason you sing to mend the broken people like me
Whats under rug swept my children
what abuse have you forgotten?
what have i lived through
that they sing about
the problems i share with everyone
to help me
to help you
to help them catch them before they hurt someone else
or you blame and kill your parents
for something
I might sound ignorant to a sound mind
and to those who understand fits of rage or jealousy
stages of depression until they face the truth
that there is something not right
something under rug swept
So the bars of conversation have been raised
and keep quiet amongst your family and friends sure
and come investigate at what particular time
so what am i to do now
with these tears with this pain
with this confusion
with this mistrust
with this anger
the hurt ive bottled
the world ive taken on
yeah the boys i had gone through like water
by the age of six
maybe they told their parents of the new things they had learned from me
and their parents complained
but why should i hide anymore
some might say its not like i was locked in a cage
just under rug swept
with no fingers to blame
no finger to point
and here i claim another victom shackled to me
tired of her own voice
and here i just keep sweeping it all under the rug
the abuse the beatings the sexual mistreatment
end up going insane
and then abused by a system
to under rug sweep again
i ran away from the pain with drugs
hated by my brother because of what he had gone through
im no detective
but i know now things werent ok
beat up every other day
and that was how he dealt with his pain
if only i could run away
drugs and booze
drove myself insane
house on fire
medicated and diagnosed as something i may or may not be
it sure gets messy fast
for something you under rug sweep
i hated myself for soo long
i cried myself to sleep for years
and blamed myself
and its sad to know im not alone
and those who can relate should kno wneither are they
abused at home
to end up running away the wrong way
i never got away
abused in the system
i blame myself
under rug swept it again
and now the bars of conversation need to be raised
how do you reach out to your target audience to tell them
to ask them
to say hey
if you can relate
reach out
write aletter but keep quiet so it can be investigated
tell someone
They were uninvited
they had to slide
it was unfortunate
but should i wash my hands clean of this
should you investigate at this particular time?
tools of writing to reach out to an audience who may be being abused
to use your power
to subtly help them as you offer them clues
as to how where when and why
i wont under rug sweep it anymore
I'm done hiding
and so are you
I'm ready for your 15 minutes of shame
I'm ready for my healing to begin
i want to know what i can do
to help those who can relate to me
and if it wasnt for me
blaming myself and being young
and living in denial
maybe thgings would have been different
but where do i go from here
I have to look under that rug
and see if i can stomache what ive been hiding from for soo long
because the truth will one day find you
people will talk
people will remember
people will come together
but you will probably get the help you need
where i end up being your famous psychology case study
milked and then milked again
under rug swept
where everything went wrong on purpose so they could fix it to help you
and i stay the victom
and humble myself and just under rug sweep
some demons of psychology are surely to be formed
as you learn to trigger psychological memories i can no longer face
forget the abuse
forget the sexual abuse
under rug swept
locked in this shell
and you look at me from such distance as what should be soo obvious
and there you be a perfect target screen
and here is a blindly fueled rage
do i remember what you are triggering
the things ive been medicated for
the things i try to forget as to why its not easy to sleep
and the reason you sing to mend the broken people like me
Whats under rug swept my children
what abuse have you forgotten?
what have i lived through
that they sing about
the problems i share with everyone
to help me
to help you
to help them catch them before they hurt someone else
or you blame and kill your parents
for something
I might sound ignorant to a sound mind
and to those who understand fits of rage or jealousy
stages of depression until they face the truth
that there is something not right
something under rug swept
So the bars of conversation have been raised
and keep quiet amongst your family and friends sure
and come investigate at what particular time
so what am i to do now
with these tears with this pain
with this confusion
with this mistrust
with this anger
the hurt ive bottled
the world ive taken on
yeah the boys i had gone through like water
by the age of six
maybe they told their parents of the new things they had learned from me
and their parents complained
but why should i hide anymore
some might say its not like i was locked in a cage
just under rug swept
with no fingers to blame
no finger to point
and here i claim another victom shackled to me
tired of her own voice
and here i just keep sweeping it all under the rug
the abuse the beatings the sexual mistreatment
end up going insane
and then abused by a system
to under rug sweep again
i ran away from the pain with drugs
hated by my brother because of what he had gone through
im no detective
but i know now things werent ok
beat up every other day
and that was how he dealt with his pain
if only i could run away
drugs and booze
drove myself insane
house on fire
medicated and diagnosed as something i may or may not be
it sure gets messy fast
for something you under rug sweep
i hated myself for soo long
i cried myself to sleep for years
and blamed myself
and its sad to know im not alone
and those who can relate should kno wneither are they
abused at home
to end up running away the wrong way
i never got away
abused in the system
i blame myself
under rug swept it again
and now the bars of conversation need to be raised
how do you reach out to your target audience to tell them
to ask them
to say hey
if you can relate
reach out
write aletter but keep quiet so it can be investigated
tell someone
They were uninvited
they had to slide
it was unfortunate
but should i wash my hands clean of this
should you investigate at this particular time?
tools of writing to reach out to an audience who may be being abused
to use your power
to subtly help them as you offer them clues
as to how where when and why
i wont under rug sweep it anymore
I'm done hiding
and so are you
I'm ready for your 15 minutes of shame
I'm ready for my healing to begin
i want to know what i can do
to help those who can relate to me
and if it wasnt for me
blaming myself and being young
and living in denial
maybe thgings would have been different
but where do i go from here
I have to look under that rug
and see if i can stomache what ive been hiding from for soo long
because the truth will one day find you
people will talk
people will remember
people will come together
but you will probably get the help you need
where i end up being your famous psychology case study
milked and then milked again
under rug swept
where everything went wrong on purpose so they could fix it to help you
and i stay the victom
and humble myself and just under rug sweep
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