The voices are so loud they’re deafening,
They’re cruel, mean and threating,
Torturing over and over, night and day,
Revelling in what to them is play,
Screaming, yelling, pulling me down,
I rarely have a smile, instead it’s a frown,
The pain is crippling me to no end,
But I can’t show it, I have to pretend.
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