Their Sting Fills Me with Poison
I hate when my family looks down upon me
- laughing and mocking and humiliating.
Poking my fears they aggravate scars;
reproach what I care for and hurtfully mar.
If it's my fault, me that provokes -
I will never admit it for they become worse.
My tone may be harsh, my words very mean,
but only because they incessantly sting.
I may not hold back, and give it my all
to condemn what they claim and pull myself tall.
I will fill them with guilt and make them regret
they ever so dared to mess with my stead!
I hate when my family looks down upon me
for that's when I lose my humility.
Snide indignation abounds in my head
as I crudely declare my callous revenge.
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