Grey Matter

It's too bad I'm not a mas-o-chist
tie me down like i asked-for-this

 

I'm screaming
I'm stranded
Abdicated
Abandoned

 

No. Free. Will.

 

It's too bad I wasn't born-with-cash
Call me names like I'm-white-trash

 

Abused
Alone
I'm shaking
I'm stoned

 

Please. Send. Help.

 

It's too bad I gave all-I-need
Take from me every last-good-deed

 

I'm tired
I'm torn
Bare
Broken

 

All. dried. up.

 

It's too bad history comes-full-swing
Jab me I won't forget-the-sting

 

Boggled
Berated
I'm tarnished
I'm touched

 

How. Could. You.

 

It's too bad I proclaim-my-dreams
Laugh at me as you swim-in-stream

 

I'm undulating
I'm unconscious
Callous
Crazy

 

Stealth. Always. Wins.

 

It's too bad blood will-be-cleaned
Played me like you are a-true-fiend

 

Coy
Crude
I'm ugly
I'm undone

 

But...

 

You. Won't. Win.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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