The Real Thief


You call me a sinner, a liar, a fraud,
a monster, a loser, you say that I'm flawed.
You tell me I'm useless, you crushed my belief,
but what hurts me the most is you called me a thief.

The insults keep coming, they're worse everyday.
I try to stand up but you push me away.
Why can't you just stop this give me some relief?
I'm tired of you telling me I'm a thief.

Today will be different, I'll fight and defend.
I headed to school to see you and your friend.
You push me down about to go on your way,
till I get back up just to face you and say:

You've called me a sinner, a liar, a fraud,
a monster, a loser, you tell me I'm flawed.
You call me a thief just to cover your crime,
when all you ever do is take all my time.

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