He says that I'm nothing
a worthless piece of scum
and yet he wonders why
I hang my head oh-so low.
He wonders why I slouch,
why I crawl away in tears.
He wonders why I fear life
He wonders why I thrill.
In the sight of blood,
No one else's, mind you.
Just my own
Seeping through the blouse.
And as I sit in the counselor's room
and she doesn't seem to notice
A perfect blue blouse turn suddenly
Bloody
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