again
with that smile on your face.
Any hint of remorse
has been lost
without a trace.
I am weak and vulnerable
yet
you still stand there
leaving me
in a terrifying world
of shameful despair.
So you keep taking cheap shots
until I'm black
and blue.
The others are all laughing
and that's nothing
new.
I'm surrounded by bloody terrorists
in the cheap name
of fun
and you can't be ever satisfied
until
you've won.
Of the riches inside me
you seem determined
to own
and unless
you're breaking my spirit
I'll never be left alone.
You continue to bash
and strike me
with a big strong stick.
Frankly
this redundancy
is making me sick.
True,
there's a handicap
of being told
you must attack me
while
wearing a blindfold
but give me freedom
in the next life
as I've paid my dues
of suffering
from the indignity
of the Pinata blues!
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