yell and scream for what I didn't do
break my neck, I'm begging you to
punishment that I do not deserve
because for now, it is you I serve
did my chores, dinner, the lot
you still think I can be taught
i haven't done anything wrong
yet you beat me all night long
I try to stand up for myself
but when I do, it's just something else
for you to give me a quick slap for
so I'm staying quiet, I'm stuck on the floor
this life is one I don't want to live
for him, where I have to fib
in reality I'm not fine at all
keep that in mind, next time you call.
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
