Mornings, I hear people lie,
''Hi, how are you? , ''am okay''.
Evenings, to see them by,
''Hi, hope you had a good day''
Returning back to their beds to lay,
Not know'n I took a sip of lye,
Wanting to commit suicide, to die
To forget all that within my way...
Pretend to be 'one', pass by me, :)
May be ma mum must have been sick,
May be ma muscles must have been weak,
Or may be ma lessons must have been 'Greek',
Even though I'll still pretend I wasn't a freak..
I don't deserve an hour long lecture,
Say hi, if no more story, goodnight, disappear,
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