Always I yell
At the that child
The corner I believe to be her place
I wish that she would just stay
She needs to be punished
And belongs in a cell
I am not equip for this child
Her fault, it always is
So take her please
I do not wish to have this burden
She cuts herself,
Not that I care
Disturbed, she deeply is
But for blame I aim it directly toward herself
I gave her what she asked
I forced her what she needed
Whats the problem you may wonder,
Its her is all I can say
She does not talk, only hums useless murmur
She can not walk, but is so lazy she slouches
What is wrong with this unresponsive child
What a waste I can't help but think
Ill hand her away
To some unlucky couple
In hopes that I can run,
And they are stuck
For I suppose they can not see,
What is plain and simple
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