Mockingbird...

Young little tiny Mockingbird/will you tell me, can you copy back what it is that you heard?/by the way you hide your beak, beneath your wing, really you don't need to speak, don't need to say a word/lot of pain, lot of grief, lot of hurt/must be, or must mean, that as just it is judged and deemed, claiming justice is served/say in life you give what you get, and what you get, you deserve/for whatever it's worth/I'm just trying to see how this so perfectly works/but nothing here is perfect except for the actual word so to make a promise I might not have the means to be able to see occur/to me would be absurd/lessons keep getting taught, yet I never seem to learn/and as what for me has it earned?/as day by day I'm just getting more unnerved/all while doing my best to keep it together so that others I do not disturb/right now I feel I could stand up preach a freestyle sermon from my pew in the middle of church/reality is I'm not their problem, therefore I am non of their concern/many times more unexpectedly heard it from those closest so by those less close not quite the throw or kick to the curb/to keep going or call it quits I couldn't tell you at certain times which would be preferred/outcast true to the meaning inserting, just following my own journey, in which I try to stay deeply immersed/as my quest is never to be the best, is not to come in first/but to find a way to relate to share the love when others all love to curse/greed and envy, these are unquenchable thirsts/I've always stayed away, from throwing shade, ignore the hate, but when that bubble finally bursts/here comes the surge/the lid comes off my lips I let it rip give em all their just desserts...