Sunday 4 March 2012

A short poem that i wrote.

Bruises.

You push me and dictate me,
I worry that you'll break me.

I feel so numb,
you call me dumb.

Say I'm stupid, fat and ugly,
you treat me way to roughly.

Branding me in purple,
my whole life has been hurtful.

I quickly learned not to expect,
from you, even just a little respect.

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