anger turns to hurt
just as hurt turns to anger
it all happens,
in the cement mixer like mind

obsessed with my belle
just because she gets the attention
that you think you deserve

i would like you to wipe away the tears –
from your rosy cheeks
i would like you to hurt a little less
you were born with a broom in your hand

there we were,
on the end of my telephone
telling each other stories
that made us laugh

when i broke down –
and my self respect went on the run
back then,
when i was just a child

and the only person –
who told me that i could not cope
turned out to be –
munchausen’s very last joke

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i have heard so much nonsense in my life
i have seen all the fakers
the givers,
and the takers

i want to shake you,
but i feel too much pity –
to really hate you