Better than me.
you don't know me.
you don't know the scars that mar me,
the blood I've shed for you.
I hate you.
What gives you the right,
to stand there and look
down
on
me.
You are not better than me.
I will walk by you with my head high,
because that
is
what
I
Deserve.
you are not better than me,
When your knuckles break my skin
I could laugh.
ha.
you are not better than me.
so when I cross this floor,
im gone for good.
because when I leave,
it's for Me.
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