They write on my back
or shove me like a sack
As if I were a mannequin
that feels no ounce of pain
Teasing makes me small
I feel worthless as a fool
They say Mama becomes a whore
because Papa works no more
Crying a lot has been my vent
But to tell one about it, I can't
So tonight I plan to tie a knot
around my neck and hang on top
This pain will already stop
and other kids can hurt me not
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
