UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD
I will give you a five,
if you would swallow this sharp knife.
As excruciating as it may feel,
it describes my life.
Hurt,sorrow,and failure
are the paints of my little globe.
It should have been bright
but it gives out no light.
In my little world, it is so dim,since
daily pain boils up to the rim.
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