When you cant tell your story without criminalzing others

and people wonder why beautiful butterflies still try to fly 

but their wings wont flutter

What lies beneath is the secrets of a black sheep

lost souls searching for answers as the preacher preachs

she lies under the rug where the dirt was swept

she cries away the pain like when jesus wept

the strain from constant pain of emotional neglect

through her eyes your mezmorized as the hurt reflects

tell me why I cant deny all the hate I felt

only time can heal the wounds so I let it melt

If I die before my time you would never guess 

I was waiting to it the wood to finally lay to rest

no bunks up in my casket so im never pressed

how people can love you now tommorow love you less

how people leave you at your worse and expect your best

than i cant recall a time when the pain was less

shamless beauty on the outside but inside im a mess

screaming from the inside let the real peach protest

tounge tied so all in all , all i say is less

I lift my pride and say I tried

damn I gave my best ` Poetic Peach