It's too much to take,
and there's too much at stake.
I hate how I'm stuck in the middle,
and how I feel so little.
Stuck in this web of lies,
spun with broken family ties
but you can't even look me in the eyes.
It's been five years,
filled with hate and tears.
Why can't we all just keep our mouths shut?
Is that too tough?
Taking up too much of my time,
To make me feel like I'm not worth a dime.
You hate her, She hates him,
Isn't that a sin?
To be a hypoctrite
but take a look at yourself a bit.
Take a look at those around you,
those that are hurting too.
You look but you are blind,
and can't even take a sign.
It's really a pity
that adults can't act with dignity.
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Endless Days *Completed*
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!