Monday, September 10, 2012


They say that I’m depressed. They say that inside of me 
I’m wrong 
I’m broken
I’m bruised
And they wonder why.

They put me in the spotlight
They say look at her
While they hide their knuckles
Behind their backs 

Their words are double intended
While their lies 
Drip sweetly 
From their lips

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