Little Miss Angel
By musicalsuicide
I'm lost and confused,
Miss-treated and miss-used,
Raped and
abused,
Unloved and refused.
I was always being excused.
I
was being a tease,
And get pleased.
I love that life. . . . .
.
Now I'm stuck.
In this rock
Restrained from the one I
love.
Screaming inside of my mind
Even though everyone thinks
I am fine.
Crying myself to sleep every night.
Wishing the next
day he will be in sight
I was dropped in this town.
To never
be found.
I was beaten.
I was raped.
I was unloved.
I
was refused.
But most of all,
I was confused.
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Copyright 2011 musicalsuicide
Published on Friday, January 7, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"