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Wordsu Nov 12
Everyday I look in the mirror and see your face.
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME!
That is all I can see,
All I can hear,
FEEL!
Throughout the night I cry wondering why,
As I wait for sun to rise, I do as you please,
Pretend to be at ease.
But why? Why do I have to follow what you want?
Why is it always my fault?
Why am I always to blame?
For your mistakes, your hate, YOUR PAIN?
How is it a child’s fault that your life is not a certain way?
When will you take blame?
For the bruises, the heartache, THE SHAME!
The shame that I must keep each day.
Why should I, the child,  
Feel shame because of your mistakes?
While you run around the world,
Free of blame.
Pardoned by those around because our pain is “not” the same,
When will you pay?
For the trust you betrayed,
For childhood YOU turned into pain.
One day the shame will be on you,
And the child you failed will be free of your chain.
I wrote this for a speech I had to give on how detrimental child abuse is the abuser is the child's parent, the person they are supposed to trust and believe in.
59 · Nov 13
Storm Love
Wordsu Nov 13
I watch the thunder in your eyes,
Like darkness rolling deep and low.
I tell myself these are just lies,
But still I cannot help but go.

The lightning splits our fragile peace,
Illuminating all my fears,
Yet still I beg the storm to cease
While drawing closer as it nears.

They say that I should run away,
Seek shelter from your raging storm,
But in your chaos I must stay,
For in your cold I still feel warm.

Your love strikes like a hurricane,
That leaves me gasping, torn apart.
I know this pleasure mixed with pain
Will someday break my foolish heart.

Between the crashes of your mood,
There comes a gentle, summer rain,
And though I know it won't conclude
Well, still I weather your disdain.

Each morning brings another chance
To leave before the tempest starts,
Yet here I stay, locked in this dance,
As thunder echoes through our hearts.

Your anger crashes like the waves,
That pound against my crumbling shore.
I've built my home among your rage,
And somehow still, I ask for more.

Perhaps I've learned to love the wind
That tears my world apart each night,
For though this love has surely sinned,
Without your storms, nothing feels right.
About someone who is in love with someone toxic but cannot leave because they are so enamored

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