Sunday, July 12, 2009

Dark Room

Why do you strike me?
It hurts more than bad.
The pain consumes me,
I didn’t mean to make you mad. 

Why do you insult me?
It makes me so down and low.
I feel like your profanity,
I wish the swearing would just go. 

 Why do you ignore me?
I feel like I’m dead.
I don’t like invisibility,
My crime was to use my own head. 

Why do you restrain me?
It isn’t nice to be locked in a cage.
I hate this inability,
I wish you could check your rage.

Why do you say you’re sorry?
If you think it’s my fault.
I’d change if I knew it might help you,
But you bring everything I do to a halt.

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