You trap me in a corner,
The stench of alcohol pours from your lips,
Words I choose not to hear,
Sinful touch,
Your discomfort rings inside my head,
Why must you take it out on me,
Lost in-between the cracks of these walls,
Find a place to seek the truth,
Alone is this whom,
Force the words from my moth,
“I love you,”
When really I hate you,
You and all you stand for,
Your filthy and disgusting,
Your sinful touch.
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