If I could,
I would lie to you.
Tell you I understand.
If I could,
I would tell you the truth.
Tell you you I don't ever want to.
If I was strong,
I would lie,
look into your sad sad eyes,
and tell you I wished
I knew what it was like.
Thats a lie though.
So tell me please.
What is it like?
To be beaten.
To be trapped,
by your own love.
Tell me what it is like?
To be torn from your home.
The home you should hate,
but you don't.
What is it like?
To lose so little,
and gain so much,
but still have it feel like you've lost
everything?
What is it like?
To live in a fake family.
Just because I don't want to understand
does not mean I don't want to know.
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