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Anger

You scream at me because it's "my fault" for not listening

I try to stay calm, but the water rolling down my face are glistening

My nerves are over worked by all of the anxiety

The only relief I have is society

The society that gives me glares from hell

You yell for me to do things in this home, that is my jail cell

I just want to be free from everything that is his family

Blood or not, both drive me from sanity




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