I can handle your insults
I’ve grown accustomed to them,
But you can’t blame me
For running away from you
And your hurtful words.
While I don’t let you see the effect
Your words have on me,
The scars run deep inside me.
How can you even care about the problems
Of others on the other side of world
When you have not dealt with the problems
In your own home?
A man who would buy me anything
But fails to supply what is more valuable, but free.
I wish there was a way to fix it;
But it’s a lost cause.