hides the hurt
tries to please
It puts the frown on
force the blame on you
to cover its disease
Its angry eyes
say you’re no good
they say you’re to blame
It tells you
you’re the culprit
“call me Broken- it’s my name.”
It makes you sorry
It makes you sick
to know you need more
then It’s sorry eyes
come out from hiding
to drag you back where you were before.
It puts the smile on.
--Lo
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