Chalk Board
Your voice is
Like nails on chalk board.
It makes me want to
Cut my ears out so
I no longer can hear.
Anything you say
Any more.
Your eyes pierce my soul.
Looking at me
Hating who I am.
Hating who I be become.
Judging everyone
Around you
Who isn't like you
Who don't believe in
What you believe in.
Who don't live the
Way you do
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