by Andrea Cormier

Created on: April 15, 2008

Treated like trash.
Judged by my mistakes.
Trying to make it right.
This life, can't tell what to make.

Thought time would prove truth.
Just a lie I told myself.
Now nothing should sooth.
How can life be so selfish?

Complain of my disposition.
Show no appreciation.
Now faced with confrontation.
Enable to cope.

Call me a bitch.
Just because I act on my feelings,
Doesn't make me a whore.
But now, I'm wilted.

Stained my dress pure black.
Tears of acid, melt down my back.
Lips burned away.
As he devoured.

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