Dried tears on cheeks
Need a lot of freakies
Cry never ended up
It’s more than cup
Distress in wave of my heart
No nail polish in my hurt
Not a dropp of paint in this stress
Everything is real in my tears
Abusing others thought well
But more than I expected I got
All joys ran off
With dad’s one scolding stuff
Mom was silent listening, what happened
All were anger, since I had a blast
Never thought it would be so fast
My happiness could not last
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