You set my blood a-boil,
The room begins to blur,
Standing before me, my hatred grows.
Cruel words escape your lips,
Vulgarity and stupor fill the room,
My mind spins, I stand and listen.
You see chaos within me,
Expecting attention, a sudden reaction,
Spinning faster, you're wasting time.
I see a troubled child locked within,
Craving attention, lacking love,
Your figure illuminated, I see an infant.
No words come to my mind,
For I, am not the forever lost child,
My mind slows down, calming my being.
I set your blood a-boil,
Your vision blurred by lies,your life becoming one,
Walking away, your hatred grows.

 
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