I'm hacked off
with false accusations,
the back biting
lies of life.
To prove that
I'm stable....
but completely unable
to defend myself...
Is much strife.
I'll go on alone
being stripped
to the bone
of justice
and truth, tight lipped.
To sort myself out
I'm not gonna shout,
I'll sit till
the culprits remit.
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