by liz
(flordia,usa)
I look for your comfort,
I get your disgrace .
You don't understand,
Im not at their pace.
I don't want to be here,
I know you don't want me.
Do you crave trouble? tears? and up all night fears?
I look for your comfort,
And what do I get?
treatment like an animal,
That even God wouldn't pet.
And what do I have?
This looking glass...
Or what do I need,
Just some relief.
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