You've been played like a fiddle
and now you can't think
you want to be real
but instead of float,
all you do is sink.
My monster in black
teeth filed down
hair pulled back straight
you always land facedown.
You're different and unique
so they hate you that much more
you bide your time away
waiting to settle the score
Vengeance will be yours
we can all be sure of that
but will you ever succeed
before they knock you flat?
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