Living Hell
How could you love me, and not protect me?
How could you see my pain and neglect me?
How could you betray me by trying to confuse me?
And then call yourself my mother.
Why would you put a man before me?
Why would you teach me forgiveness just to decieve me?
Why would you let anyone harm me?
And then call me your daughter.
How could you look me in my face?
How couold you live with your disgrace?
How could those memories you so easily erased be so real?
You smile with grace as my joy you steal
. As you see me flare
As I constantly burn in living hell?
Im lost to how you make sense of yourself.

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there is no end to struggle but determination to break free from the place we hold on to ...yet do not belong. every person is as we are, tempted at times, isolated and afraid to stand up for what is right.
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