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I Don't Understand

You scream at me to do all things

While you sit in your chairs like kings

I do my best to be your little saint

I fail and want to faint

Faint and drift to the depths of my mind to escape

Escape the feeling of dismay from today

I get the because of how I'm treated

I'm so depleted






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CrossBowThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 6 at 11:31 am
That's really good and I understand.
 
V.ChapmanThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Mar. 6 at 10:10 pm
Thanks!! I'm glad my poem is relatable.
 
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