Be Sorry *

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I sit in this room,

Tears strolling down my face,

Yet, you don't know the truth,

I burst out a loud cry of pain,

As I realize you'll never know,

Mother, you have raised a coward,

I am no warrior,

Nor am I as intelligent as I seem,

I am broken,

Broken, you hear?

Mother, I am no longer that child you knew,

You have watched all you thought I would be,

Shatter before your eyes,

You have insulted my self esteem,

And killed my inner self,

I hope you're sorry for that.

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