Victim.
Lost soul.
serving to the person who has victimized me
Watching them sit and smile at me.
Making him walk and go by
Hearing him talk and hearing me cry.
Wanting to be myself again,
Asking if I will always be lost.
Telling them if I deserve this cost.
Getting memories out of my head as best as I can.
Striving for the day he will be banned.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
