Children bitter about their lives,
strike out towards their so-called abusers,
separating fact from fiction,
knowingly following the lie,
reprogramming themselves,
twisting their words and their actions,
to another’s song,
how revolting the end is,
aren’t you glad you stayed,
to watch it all exploded out your lazy fat arse.
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Such a sardonic poem! Haha!! The last line was the best.
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