Tragic State
Till this day,
they think I am a dork
nothing less than a joke
I cant deny
those words ruined my life
Till this day, I still think about them at night
I close my eyes
and I can live the whole experience once again
coming home was the best part
"how was your day?"
my parents would ask
I had no words to say
Days went by,
things got worse
Those words weren't enough
Food began to fly
"I wish I could burn this place"
I would say
I was finally able to grow, but not
during those days.
It's been 3 years
and they have no clue
of the hell they put me through
but I can proudly say, I've almost
escaped that tragic state
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