I'm so tired of your sad eyes
trailing down my body;
a look of disapproval gleaming in your irises
more poisonous than any venom--
one little look and I'm dead
I'm so sick of your thoughtless words
You act as if I have no feelings--
Simply a mindless machine given as a toy
I am not a robot
I have run out of batteries
I'm so fed up with your heavy hands
They squeeze my sides
but feel like they are gripping my throat
You don't know how much weight your actions hold
or how I'm suffocating in silence
I'm so over your polite smile
that has everyone fooled but me
Stop hiding behind a mask of innocence
Show everyone what happens behind closed doors
Let them cast stones until you bleed the truth
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
I'm so tired of your sad eyes
trailing down my body;
a look of disapproval gleaming in your irises
more poisonous than any venom--
one little look and I'm dead
I'm so sick of your thoughtless words
You act as if I have no feelings--
Simply a mindless machine given as a toy
I am not a robot
I have run out of batteries
I'm so fed up with your heavy hands
They squeeze my sides
but feel like they are gripping my throat
You don't know how much weight your actions hold
or how I'm suffocating in silence
I'm so over your polite smile
that has everyone fooled but me
Stop hiding behind a mask of innocence
Show everyone what happens behind closed doors
Let them cast stones until you bleed the truth
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