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I scolded those 
who i fill shoes of
embarrassed their faces
and exposed my fate
i wanted to yell for help
but is it too late?

i am the same child
who rated a mother
for staying with father
that beat words
and smeared life
yet i am on the
other end of the knife
and i can only pray 
that God will stay
protect the decisions
that i seem to lead
find a lesson
without a teacher
i swore to hate her
yet i wake up
glance into that reflection
and she is all i see
and this is cell
i swore i wouldn't carry
until i can marry...
this is scary

i scolded those 
who i fill shoes of
embarrassed their faces
and exposed my fate
i wanted to yell for help
but is it too late?

in the start, he wasn't whom i met
and i wonder if this is how she felt
when ever he does wrong
i have a reason for someone else
yet I'm at a lost for myself
lying to people i need
just so they can't watch me bleed
because i already have enough judgments
i don't need theirs
i don't need their tears
i don't need to hear it
because i used to snicker
at the images i now hold
i should have listened
"all that glitter ain't gold"