Can't touch the surface

i was a kid that half assed but im past that, the nearer truth..
i see cracked glass when i flashback to the mirrored view..
cuz the fear ensues when i think of who i used to be..
but now i refuse to be the type of person who usually -
makes an excuse with ease, says its too hot or two degrees
that doesn't scratch the surface of my view of me
i was touched by tragedy that I used to gladly see
made God the saddest pleas & moved on gradually
I was an orphan, affiliated my name with abortion
and i could never relieve the pain with endorphins..
i always fell short & that affected my worth
I struggled for meaning since they dejected my birth
good feelings aren't feathers & never cushion the ill
sometimes i wished my mother was pushing the pill
& saved me from this crazy, world that seems hazy
i cant leave my mark on the place that enslaved me
i was offered pity & given no respect by the many
how can i live up to a lifestyle they expect me to envy?
as if blessings were plenty..the truth was my savior
knowledge is the angel that helped uproot my behavior
& now im trying to make it, instead of relying on hatred
to fuel a fire while next to the log i was lying complacent..
now i can make the connection God created a blessing
my situation made me work harder instead of aiding oppression
and i trade in my lesson for my blade & my wesson..
as I add a new chapter of life to my faded collection

You need to leave 2 links to 2 open mics that you left decent feedback on or this gets closed/deleted, Thanks.

very nice word play 9/10

^whack
Very nice word choice and metas throughout this piece Feeble....
Syllable count was good and it made for an easy read....nothing
too stretched...emotion was solid
add some imagry and this would be dope


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