I love the way you push me around,
even though it gives me a bruise...

They look at me as a joke,
well maybe I am...

The sky turns grey,
i look away...

You never seem to really see,
what it is i try to explain...

You going to insult me?
You gonna insult my poem...

I sit in the chair with my head down,
making sure my face is not shown...

Maybe it was meant to be,
now I'm not being cheesy...

I fall down,
the tender ground...

I must admit,
from the bottom of my heart...

Even though we fight,
I walk my days with no fright...

She walks from a tower,
down to the woods...

He doesn't understand,
How i'm lacking sleep and that I am becoming weak...