There is so much love
That everyone has for you
That people use you
To take and take and take
They take through you even
Eventually making you the bad person
Shunned
Looked down upon
You are like me
You are my kin
Which means you probably hate disappointing others
But now people are disappointed in you
People you love
People you fear
You go silent then
Hopefully less noise is good news, they think
But who are you deceiving, sister
But yourself.
You know it's not your fault
But it's not time to grieve
It's time to show
Work now
To come of this hell hole
That others have buried you in.
About the Creator
Manisha Dhalani
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