That's what my family is

shitty people that speak
weak
Always seeking

And great people
That won't dare

Make a peep
Sincerely

Yet move
Discreetly
In infamy
they hide

And I wonder why
I go alone
Get along
with no one

Most of the time
They wonder why

I committed crime
Or why
No one is ever fully

On my side

Time after time
I choose to stay
On my side alone

Hoping one day
We all pray
And say

Are we insane?

How we feel
Do we even need
To display

Or just see
And play

And still attach
Yet apart
A trees branch

Where do I start
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