Sick of digging for scraps
Reaching the empty bag
Finding myself at the bottom for the last time
No more eating dog food
On the silver platter
And now there's only way to reclaim what's mine
The silverware rusted
The door hinges busted
A chained beast who only eats before bedtime
The battered prison bars
Are growing weaker
But I will not wait in your room with quiet time
No more shushing my screams
You are ripping at the seams
The smiling face masking your pain won't hide this crime
I will tug till it breaks
That is all that it takes
No locked door can keep up the act of your fake shine
Just try another rhyme
Wait for the bell to chime
But what you want is for this to be the last time
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