Exhausted

Exhausted you sigh as you look over the counter at me

Exhausted I think, saying sorry that you are

Exhausted I am from the anger, from hatred, that spews from this family

Exhausted I will be, until I get away

Exhausted until I leave Exhausted everyday until,

A new day, where I will not be exhausted

Exhausted by this family I will be 'til then.

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