My Attempt At Good Poetry
home life
Work my refuge,
home my punishment.
when life feels like this what is the point of the future?
i dont want to keep trying.
walked on and disrespected
by the ones i work so hard for.
slaving to provide more than necessities
in return i am being used.
this can not be continued
home my punishment.
when life feels like this what is the point of the future?
i dont want to keep trying.
walked on and disrespected
by the ones i work so hard for.
slaving to provide more than necessities
in return i am being used.
this can not be continued
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home life
home life