Door opens
Door slams closed
Bad day
But when is it not
Continue cleaning
Try to remain "Oblivious"
Hear her open her mouth
Hear the words come out
Block it out
Try to get lost in the rhythm in my ears
No luck
Headphones are ripped off
It's a bad day
A bad day indeed
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Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
