Why
Why must I
Be the one
The only one,
To be tortured
To be slain
Slashed down
By the sharp edge
Of your words
Of you
My teacher
Why must you kill my pride
As large as it may be
When i have
Tried
So hard
For you to
Compliment me
But all i get
And ever will get
Is the sharp
Edge of your sword
That lays in the
Sheath that is
Your mouth
When she did nothing!
I did the talking
I did the begging
The work
Almost everything
She stayed still and quiet
Behind me
In that small dark
Menacing room
Emerging only when
It was the best time
And when she had the
Opportunity to shine
Yet you still tear me
Apart with your words
as you berate me for
Not asking properly
Or not
Taking responsibility
But why?
Selena
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