No Help
People are liars
People are cheats
The say they will help
But they trip you with their feet
The support i get
Is shit in the world
They expect too much
And all i want is to be curled
In a ball of misery
And in the facade of happiness
This place annoys me
And gives me sadness
Never given a choice
For what i want
The fear of being belittled
Is all the haunt
I will be gone
And somewhere else
Where people will help
And not put me on a shelf
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