mistreated
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Because I've been hurtEveryone hasWho hasn'tBut when you can't explainThe judgement of a pointing handA bright moon shines behind heavy cloudsRain evaporates in the airIt just isn't fair
She is the puppeteer and my heart the puppet,
Manipulating every string with expertise,
Plucking away at each string ‘til it gives way to her commands.
My rats are sweet
but they usually face defeat.
When people judge their faces
after previous disgraces.
They did not ask to be rats.
My rats are playful
but seen as shameful.
