You
You looked at me like a puddle, Not realizing the seas I conquered How you shaped me like dirt Ignoring how I mattered Yet, it was I whom you sought, When no one stood beside you, Who fought and defended you Whilst I struggled in your shadow I endured the constant torture, Bled from words so hateful, Scars mended by suture Only to see you stay ungrateful.
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