The time has come
But I will not run
I don't fear this thing you call pain
I've done no wrong
Just don't belong
And you'll make it clear again
Hit me, Beat me
Call it discipline
Whatever makes you sleep at night
Throw me around
I know you're sick of me
Falsely name it to make it right
Tell me I'm worthless
That I am pathetic
But your words mean nothing to me
I do nothing
Take a swing
According to you I have it easy
Hit me, Beat me
Call it discipline
Whatever makes you sleep at night
Throw me around
I know you're sick of me
Falsely name it to make it right
The time has come
But I will not run
I can't feel this thing you call pain
I've done no wrong
Just don't belong
And you'll make it clear again
Hit me, Beat me
Call it discipline
Whatever makes you sleep at night
Throw me around
I know you're sick of me
Falsely name it to make it right
A contest entry
- The temptations of life by annesall235.
425 points, ended December 10, 2008, 25 entries
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Comments
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very very sad
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This is a great poem, the form and repetition fit very well together good job, your in!
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An excellent portrayal of abuse and its effect on a person. I thought at first that it was toward a parent, but I was really unsure as time went by, especially when it hit the 3rd stanza. If I could revise it, I'd clarify it's direction, but I must say that the title and the repeating first stanza really do set an excellent, ideal tone for the rest of it.
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