An Over Flow Of Bubbles And Blows Poem by Kaspa Richards

I’m perceived to be cold and I believe I’m old
But its time to be bold and grasp my life with two hands
A victorious yet changed man stands before you
With a new found plan to make it on my own

My psyche is child like in some aspects
But it over flows bubbles and blows
In what seems to be important personality zones
But I can feel the old me waking up
With this new challenge of surviving on my own

That victory was so hollow considering the impact
Those six years of mind games and family feuds can do
It can bring an end to you and have you forget what you knew
Like who you where then and who you are now
You haven’t got a clue, but don’t let that little voice moan
Coz let the truth be told you did what u had to
To survive in that house now do the same but on your own