Poem by: D E A Eastwood
Why don't you do this,
Why not shoot me down,
Tell me to be more like them.
at least I gave them the kindness,
The kindness you never gave me.
Shoved to the back,
Not my choice.
So you see the psychology in others,
Yet not in your own work.
It wasn't all her,
She just helped me vent my built up rage.
At least she understood me,
You'll never be able to.
Ask yourself why I don't do this,
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