Studied my zz pattern last night
Scrambled brains
Too much time to think
Sharing my experience
Once again I feel like a punching bag
Those who are supposed to care
Abuse and pick
Like a scavenger bird
Circling its prey
It isn’t the first time
I try to take the high road
And not respond
Can’t help feeling hurt
Notice I don’t point out
Punch back
There is a reason
For everything
I tell myself
I moved on for a purpose
Other than this
Fly higher
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