in syllables of eleven
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They're the ones that promised to take care of me
But also the ones that turn their backs on me
I call them parents, dearest mother and father
Only in title; they are great imposters
I call them family, ones I should feel love,
Ones I have been wanting so badly to leave
Seeing them alive does not make me happy
But seeing them die does not make me happy
In the end, I still want to be served justice
In the end, I just want some source of solace
But can I really hate them after all that
The times they called me names like ugly and fat
The times they sat down with me for a lil' chat
The times they ridiculed what and who I loved
The times they acted like angels from above
I wonder why I feel hate after all that
I still do; it has always been on my mind
It's strange; being with them takes my peace of mind
Strange; if I leave, I know I'll be missing them
Them, who fed, clothe and made sure to give a damn
Over nothing and everything and on me
I'm sure this is toxic; not sure it is
And I don't know what to think of all this
But can I really hate them after all that?
Is it okay to hate them after all that?
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If you noticed I used repeated rhymes here just to give a sense of... IDK annoying feel? Like you have something and you keep going back and forth about it. Hence the repeated rhymes.
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