Trapped

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Trapped thats all i saw, wrapped beneath a storage with in act without no courage, I cried and cried and cried to believe within those lies. Trapped was what I  felt inside my so called friends who are no longer by my side. Suicide was what i moved to do but only God saw my light. I  know how bad i snapped to be within an organization who didn't care. For life i shared and shared the bible principles but all around me i was told the wicked was in store. No one really understood the pain that i endured, turned away from my dreams, my talents, my endeavors, and even my parents were told if i pursued anything musically or sports wise I would lose Jehovahs faith and disguise and so forth they would lose privledges. I left on my own, i didn't turn back and im so happy that my life has a new leaf. My story unfold  from which is told and  i sell to be bold. Growing up as a Jehovah Witness wasn't just fear from wicked people but fear from my own self. Dont feel stuck feel great with pride and luck. Seek forgiveness and seek your presense. Not everyone is wicked and not everyone will please U. Take stride and life and don't commit suicide over a religion that cares for itself. Seek help and write. Poetry is what made me enjoy what i embrace in everyday life. I'm only human and i make mistakes but no one can judge U but U and God from up above. Trapped is what i felt growing up within that orgranization. I felt destruction hard judgments and further more harsh movements but in the end  at ease no with no mans land. I seal this with seduction as a kiss from a bliss. Create whats yours and be  whatever the world shows U to be.