Pathetic Disposition
By: Emma Drew
I stand here staring
At the life I could have had
My youth stripped of happiness
My heart completely clad
My eyes hold no mercy
My heart as cold as stone
I used to call you Daddy
When your light still shone
At almost fifteen
I still cry my tears
Knowing that I’m stuck in this position
Because of your pathetic disposition
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