I will give you what you want to hear
even though I know I could write one better then your request...
Hear is you request given to you on a pretty silver platter...
I sit here in my room it is doom, I sit here in my very on prison I made it all on my very on...
I sit here all alone my judgement was these here bars and solitaire, this was my ultimate punishment.
I wished I could say I don't belong I wished I could tell you it was non my fault...
The truth of the matter would be my hand was in the plan all along. .
I didn't even know I was helping plan my on demise ..
I already know there is no escape..
isn't it a crying shame a person who went from good to ugly back to the best she could put her self in a dungeon...
not only was my sentence to be prison for the time being they had to add suffering and torture my almost good battered soul...
taking away all I know every lesson I fought so hard to learn and even harder to make myself live by..
I even question my on thoughts. why the long pitiful face isn't this what you wanted to hear my dear...
give me a second I will give you hundered percent honesty it will be real and raw.. I promise you by the time you read that poem you will feel my pain.
I live in a world we're shame and pain is ordinary happiness is rare and seldom shared.
Angela Oaks
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