Alone at night I cry
And ponder what and why
What did I do to make you change
From joy and happiness
To anger and annoyance
You juggle me from hand to hand
But still claim to be my friend
The right so caring, fun and patient
Dwelling here is no trace of green tint
In the left dwell impatientess and annoyances
It carries angry voices, sarcasm, and pain
This causes my face to stain
They streak and splash around
Because I feel so down
Though you don’t see me cry
I truly am on the inside
Annoyed and broken on the inside
The tears still have not dried
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