Defeated
I started trying to figure ways but only to find a wall closed
None let open
No way out
Trapped in a 1 way home not enough rights just wrongs
screaming at the top of her lungs I can hear her say a name
females dogs
nothing
take you away
III--- Hate you
over and OOOver agin as the doors begin to shut I can see a mother rage
pen and pencil I go I write to hide my pain
only if she can see that I turn hatterd into my own hobby
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