forced.
i was rid of my bearings all gifts taken away rude and snappy they shouted and called names my head hurts and nobody takes sympathy i should obey they all say i shouldn't deny i should shut up and not cry. this hurts i'm expected to be good i'm expected to be okay i'm expected to be this person i should it makes my brain wrecked tired constantly of what they expect. i might just oblige my heart hurts and i'm running out of time it started as a game now i feel like i've played she doesn't get yelled at she's left alone while these two scream at me sat from a golden throne. i'm just going to give in i'll lose while those two win.
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