i will not be the scapegoat
you need to vent your anger
i will not be your whipping boy
on which you beat out the rhythms
of frustration, rage, and fury
i am a person who is fragile
i do bleed ruby-red blood
and cry warm salty tears
i am human with a tender soul
i can be crushed when you purge
the emotions that haunt you
bruised and dying, i lay in your
wake and am forever shattered |
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