Broken Soul


I'm not happy here,
They insult me, they are breaking me from inside
About being happy, l have always lied
they treat me as l don't belong here.

I do work but never got credit
They make me cry everyday
try to insult me in every possible way,
nor they ever praised my wit.

They wanted me to obey them
I was taunted even for the smallest things,
My freedom was taken; they cut my wings
For them, my life was a game
when they felt good, they were nice to me
and when not.....but l never lose my confidence,
Nor waited for them to change
I stood alone to make myself different from those 'we'.

The they are those ones
who kill people with words.
No need of swords,
nor guns.

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