I was at peace

You made me a piece

I was alone

You made me known

Back off! You didn’t say

Fall off! You surely made me feel

Must I be trash before you make me crash

Pick me up and clean me

Oh no! Of course not

I forgot, my pride you stole

My joy you rolled

Now what is left of me?

Not a cramp I guess!

Help the tears fall faster

Roll them up like carpet

In view of nothing I see pain

Crushing me with much gain

Am I a gadget?

Or what am I? An asset?

Maybe you I don’t deserve

But sympathy is what they serve

If only they knew what was really behind

Maybe black I’ll be painted

I’d better be under cover

Till all is over


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