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Coming home, tired and sore
Here they come, shouting "whore!"
I gasp, and run away,
"Come out, Its time to play!"
I lock myself, trembling fear.
"Darling,you know I can hear!"
Opening the door, pulling me out.
"What made you have such doubt?"
I'm the canvas, your the painter.
I'm the victim, your the hater.
"Slut, freak, dirty, bitch"
Bury me in a ditch.
I'm done with games
You have me to blame.
You lost everything and I'm the fault?
You should've thought before getting caught.
Its your abuse
I'm for your use
Your the little boy
And I'm the play toy
I'm not a dog, leave my leash
You said I had lessons to teach.
Keeping your hands and mouth to self
Or so help me, my words will ruin your health.
(I could've done better on this.)
