The house is where it began,
The ringleader and her fellow pets;
Continue the vicious emotional abuse,
And intense vulgarity.
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The ringleader allows her head to control her heart,
And her unawareness makes the pets cut their hair,
To make sure she accepts them.
Those who stand up are guilty —
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Here comes the victim of her nose.
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Being in a dream brings back the negative energy,
Feeling watched and judged immensely,
The pets are her nerves,
And by making sense of her eyes —
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They follow her every command.
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The negativity can make any secure mouth self-conscious,
As dense energy feeds on people's assimilated lungs.
It's time to release
But anger still impales my tongue.
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Speeding and swerving,
There are too many incidents where the neck causes accidents,
The last straw is when someone's torso bounces the reaction.
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An illegal right-on-red,
The police stopped the system,
My friend could have been hurt,
How could I have blocked my ears? —
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The anger means nothing anymore,
The stomach digests the system;
Dirt becomes that way,
Because nothing matters when in a fury.
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There I sat, wondering why I let the pets scratch me —
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Yet, they live by my almost sutured wrists.
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I no longer hold wrath against the hurt,
Because their spleens refuse to open their lungs.
Being hurt is circulatory;
The insecure make themselves bleed.
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The hurt people are the worst,
Because they need constant validation,
And they never think through their communication,
The worst is when they victimize themselves —
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Because unaligned sides continue the lie.