Another? I hear you ask. Yep. Another. And there are many more to come.

I hear so many things: threats, promises, and sometimes more.
Directed at me, I feel so poor.
What have I done, to deserve all this?
Tell me, I must insist.

I get fed up, with all of this hatred,
I try to hold my rag,
But some times I loose it, and thrash out,
Get angry and cry.

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