you beat me down,
shove me around.
dragging me to the ground.
maybe one day,
I'll be able to get out of this rubble.
no matter where I go with you, your always looking for some kind of trouble.
you'll throw me down and leave me to drown.
the tears roll down my face as I try to pick up the pace.
maybe I'll be able to run away from this,
God awful place.
I'd rather be part of the human race,
than see your ugly fucking face.
I'll pick myself up and never look back upon your disgrace!
I hold my head up high knowing,
I'll never be part of your business
©brooke.992
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