You put me
down,
like a
dog.
When I ask
if you love me,
Cat's got
your tongue.
All the
pain you cause me?
For my
benefit!
The ache
in my heart belongs to you.
My
misdeeds, your soap box.
Always, I
strive to get it right.
But how
can I?
When what
I am,
is always
wrong.
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