As long as it's not me being hurt, I'm fine
Pointing out at your insecurities, I hid mineI needed to belong to somewhere,
So, I built my realm where I'm the master,
And that is how I escape my nightmareI somehow had to pass on my misery,
So, I took it on a vulnerable boy,
And that is how I can survive and break freeI feel relieved when I punch his face
But does that make me happy?
That I don't know.
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Mellifluous
PoetrySmoothly flowing sound is the meaning of this beautiful word. Mellifluous.