Whack! Went the whop over my back.
She wouldn't stop.....
She never stopped.
That what made me created my place,
A big white room , full of grace.
I go there  often, now more than ever.
Usually , I'm there before she begins the torture
Always, I have never done anything wrong.
But what she sees in me is the constant love for my Father,
A love that never came from me to her
But how does one expect love, when only hatred is given out?
I loved him before I grew and that was really when she knew
That I would never ever love her and so she began the torture.
But that's where my big white room comes in,
Its never down, unhappy for thin
Within a land of mystical creatures, I find joy and non believers. I skip around in the meadow all day, singing of songs that make me happy.
I varied for too long before this white room,
Now its all I think about
So as the days pass by, I sit in my white room one last time.
I have never been known to such a place
That I believed was the beginning of late,
My solace, my haven never to be lost
I can't forget the scars that I was glossed.....

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