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Forever Happily Gone
Tired of the way you treat
me, I'm alway some kind of
slave.
You never really cared for
me, I'm just an unpaid
maid.
You smooth things out when
necessary, just to make me
stay, but I'm tired of being
your puppet every single day.
Do this and that for no
credit; not even a simple
thanks.
Always to your own benefit
and a scolding to my face.
And you wonder why I'm
leaving; right after I
graduate; there's no point
believing that life will
ever change.
I'll be glad to leave you,
and then you'll see your
pay.
Wanting to leave you with
only your shame.
And when I'm finally out,
you'll be looking for me
then, but by the time your
sorrows grow, I'll be gone
before you can count to ten.
poem
by
Sasha Claire Beckains
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