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People pushing each other
I am a fraud
They said that I'm ugly. That my parents didnt care. They said that I was fat, And laughed when my brothers were no longer there. They said that I smelled, They laughed because the lies stayed the same.
This poem is for you.
Seeing their child hanging from handle bars is every parent's dream, but seeing them hanging by a noose is the fate that I deem will happen to those whose dream is to be set free.
It's 4 am I am wide awake I know no one who is up this late I think about everything you've done As I prepare for my last dawn You've lied your last one They believed you over me I never touched you
*/ /*-->*/ We all Want More. One more Job One more Friend One more Dollar One more Life
Everyday more disappointment