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I was born a hyperactive Autist, bestowed by God distinguishable talents
My mother tried all my life to teach me, but I could never keep myself in balance
My father was the only one that understood me, but my life was full of hell
And still my own ignorance and incompetence has left me of my former self a shell
My mother never took advantage of me, despite what I have claimed for years
She did some stupid things, but he gave me shelter and food without any fears
She got me through school, she helped me with homework
And still I play the victim and claim that I was born with a silver fork
I am the scum of which this world bleeds red
I am the worthless fool that so many thought had bled
All this for nothing, and still I am a broken man,
And still no difference is made when the shit hits the fan
Everyone is better than I am, it's a scientifically proven fact
The whole damn world in which I live in was destined by a demon pact
Nothing else will matter by the time my life is wastefully spent
And still my wayward soul will drift downward so battered and bent
My mother tried all my life to teach me, but I could never keep myself in balance
My father was the only one that understood me, but my life was full of hell
And still my own ignorance and incompetence has left me of my former self a shell
My mother never took advantage of me, despite what I have claimed for years
She did some stupid things, but he gave me shelter and food without any fears
She got me through school, she helped me with homework
And still I play the victim and claim that I was born with a silver fork
I am the scum of which this world bleeds red
I am the worthless fool that so many thought had bled
All this for nothing, and still I am a broken man,
And still no difference is made when the shit hits the fan
Everyone is better than I am, it's a scientifically proven fact
The whole damn world in which I live in was destined by a demon pact
Nothing else will matter by the time my life is wastefully spent
And still my wayward soul will drift downward so battered and bent
I look at all these artists who have spent their entire lives perfecting their craft, and I find myself right there at the bottom of the barrel, struggling with all these other twenty-somethings who grew up in a group home setting like I did. But the thing that keeps me here is the fact that these same artists that I compare myself to motivate me to become more than just an afterthought.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactThis is a very good and heart felt work. It feels like you put a lot of effort and feelings of your own background into this piece. I would say though, maybe a little more detail as to what it was that your parents did for you or against you. Create a feeling of uneasy at the start, but a hopeful glimmer at the end. Maybe give them a persona, say maybe "My mother was a dragon, taking what she sowed, swimming in my treasured talents and diving. But in the midst of this she reared me, unsure but thriving." The term " S***t hits the fan is a cliche. Very good work looking forward to more. Happy trails and tails to yah!