Trauma, I don’t like you: a slimy fox
As I go through life: happiness ahead
And like the child toy Jack in the box
Out pops trauma’s triggers: those ugly heads
Makes my heart sad: so many people like me
Walking around: trauma inside to be healed
Humans weren’t created for evil decrees
Of inhumane wickedness: cruel business deals
I’m tired of you popping up, Jack
But, I want to live, so this I will continue
To crank up the Jack in the Box: attack
Can happen anytime out of the sky of blue
I know as I am further away from you
It is true what I saw and felt: emptiness here and there
Generational trauma: carnival feel crew
Fake lives: they told you to shut up, act happy in your chair
So, keep trying Jack with your empty ways
Even Tom, Dick and Harrys: so many to mention
I know your game: manipulating plays
This time it’s different: I will follow my intuition
My intuition: born with it in my soul
I follow it now: will not let others stop me
Jack, Tom, Dick and Harrys are the fools
Pumped up phony power is you: disgusting debris
Blessed I am free and I know all about you
Knocking down others: your cruel high when you see them squirm
When in fact, you are running from your carnival crew
That clan feel walk you all have: weak as a hunted worm
The life you are living: full of neglectful voids
Life you are living: full of sick emotional chains
Your life is one of a scared child: plays employed
Jack, Tom Dick and Harrys: living in haunted domains
So, I’ll keep winding up the toys
As out pops your ugly heads
Grateful I’m not part of your ploys
Cleaning to hide: betrayal trauma beds

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~ Peaceful Hearts Rise
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