The enemy rejects, doubts and doesn’t believe.
It’s safe to say white lies that they won’t believe.
These people just want to make borrowings.
But they’re not really good at giving back nor giving thanks.
They’ll forced you to give back in your sponsors behalf.
Taking away the right of their family’s decision.
Oh these enemies must be lied so they won’t take advantage of my innocence.
They’re good at manipulating my mind with their childish acts.
It will only make me feel like I am nothing but an idiot little girl.
I must learn to respond them in an adult way, so they will no longer try belittling me.
I have been a victim because I couldn’t fight.
But this time I will tell them what’s on my mind.
Just like how these people treated me when they’re on their minds.
The enemies sucks, they won’t stop.
They wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.
They lack ego integrity, they just can’t let go.
They must learn their lessons, not just giving me lessons.
I have to keep on doing the things that are meant to be done.
The enemies one, but they’re not just one.
Two is better than one, I must find that balance to keep me up.
It’s time to keep it on, I will no longer act.
I will be balancing them, it’s time to rise, I will no longer stay still.
I am adulting, I keep myself balanced.
I will dance with you, but I will no longer stay down low.
This time I’ll be walking up with you, I will no longer squeeze you to back down.
It’s killing me, it’s no longer serving me.
I have been there, I will no longer do it again.
I’m going to show them, a good balance.
We will be meeting up at the middle to dance or we will be going separately.
Its a nice rhythm to dance with you, you can no longer stay still, you must move forward.
This man is trying to dance with me but I feel so scared I couldn’t make it.
I’ll just ask permission I know they will let me go.
I cannot hide this shit even if it’s going to put me to shame.
It’s dirty, it smells like an imbornal, it sucks like a canal.
But I am not going to touch it nor kiss it, I’ll just let go of this shit.
I’ll use a tissue, I’ll cover it up. I will no longer poo without it.
If there’s no water to wash it up, it’s time to use a tissue to wipe it out.
Okay, now this enemy will be gone, now that it’s all done.
I’ll move on now, because I’m no longer touching it.
I’ll dispose it everywhere and I’m no longer coming back.
I’ll just move on my way and grow as a tree.
Someone dispose me with a seed of faith left in my feet.
I am happy, I am love. I will no longer be in shame.