The basement of my childhood
One day, he called her a dog,
Slapped her with a ruler,
And watched as she sobbed.
Sometimes, he’d smile,
And say she was good
He’d go and pat her head
But later, he would yell because he’d wished she was dead
I was a stray who made the basement her home
I treasured my meals, which I licked to the bone
And my piles of rocks as a bed, made out of stone,
This is what I was forced to claim as a home.
He is always around, but the two,
so alone.
I once was blind, but now I see,
You are the one who blinded me
I hide behind the shadow of your words,
When you tell your friends I am doing great
I slowly turn into you
I thought this was normal, it's too late
Open the gate.
This is my fate.
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