They get away with it. A poem

They just
■■■■ with me
And ■■■■ with me
Til Im one step away
From walking off
That steep cliff.
They think they are holy
The doctors
And workers
And directors
All think they rule my life
Like Im a rag doll
To be poked and prodded
And tossed in the corner
To collect dust
They leave me
And barely hanging on
Dangling off the cliff
They forced my foot
To barely balance over.
So I say
■■■■ you
And the wringer
You put me through .
■■■■ you
And the ledge
You lead me to
Just ■■■■ you.

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