What is it like they say
To live each day
With something that locks your thoughts inside
Like an Angel without wings
This Broken X makes it hard to do ordianary things....
I can't stand the site of eyes on me
I wish those eyes would leave me be
I can't say the words that are locked within my soul
Locked in a world and can't tell you of my goals
I can't tolerate the touch of grass or snow or even clothes
They make me want no more toes
My frustration, it runs high
So far up there I may never reach a beautiful sky
My anger gets the best of me
I know I will never be free
Tell me God when will you fix my broken x?
I want to move on with my peers to what come next.
I live my life wondering why I'm not the same
Worried that something I do will be thought of as lame
My fear is that I can't tell them my thoughts
and that all they see are my broken faults.
Please lord just fix that broken Fragile X...
Then maybe no other little boy will be next.
