Stop looking at me like that,
Like you'll rip my skin apart.
Stop finding excuses,
To verbally abuse me.
Stop calling me a mistake,
As if it ain't already too late.
People would be shocked,
To see your true monstrous self.
They may not get all the fuss I'm making,
But when they see what you did to me,
They will only be appalled.
You broke me down,
Without a second glance.
Do you think it's fun?
Hurting your own daughter like that?
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
