Who Knew

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He yells at me when I make a mistake

It's just accidents that I make

I don't do it on purpose

I tried my best

I'll cry and give myself a rest

But Karma always come back

Now words are going to attack

I wish I could cry out to some one

But no one will help me because they know I'm done.

He treats me like I'm not even a person

He treats my as if I'm just a waste of life

He has two faces to everyone

He wants me to rot in the sun

This poem is really really bad

But who knew this person is my dad.

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