How long can minced thoughts reign

Have you heard the saying life is what you make of it?
Of course I have to laugh because you need good ingredients
What I have for ingredients comes from a dumpster

Love would be some sort of meat and the more the better
Often I wonder why I was always pushed into a corner
Nobody wanted to find the answers for why I act the way I do
Granted I did many things others would not

Caught in the system since birth and swept away
Anger built inside me because I was not like them
Not understanding their laughter was an embrace

Minds don't always process information the same
I always felt that I had to be from another place
Not given much of a chance to find any answers
Cry as I might, they only unloaded the burden else where
Each new place had challenges and things I thought wrong
Dogs are the only thing that has shown me loyalty

The signs were all there if they would ask the right questions
Healthy relationships begin best when young
Only my battle shouldn't have been fought alone
Unwanted and abandoned I have marched through life
Ghosts of the past rise and demand justice
Hands of fate though, removed the good and bad
Though culpable my words, they shouted "fraud"
Shame digs deep yet is disregarded and daggers lash

Redundantly the hollow void echoes
Ever has this cycle spun and sometimes buries me deep
Imagine myself digging as fast as I can yet dirt falls back in
Gravel from leagues of the vilipenders with ignoble words
No asylum from the weight of emptiness