A Scribble Poem by Kaspa Richards
A Scribble
My sister with IBS brought on by stress
Stress from this clean house f*** off it’s a mess
While others live lives full of lies but they blessed
I scribble away my pain alone at my desk
Seeking rest from the pest of a family I detest
Feeling less and less emotionally tied to the rest
Those people, that job, they peel away my zest
But ill manage this challenge and rise the best
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