Horror Rage Tears
The words of being robbed
Stolen from.
All the money I had gone.
No money for food
No money for the doctor
No money for meds
To keep the demon at bay
Helpless
Is how I feel
Helpless and angry
Like I want to punch something
Someone somewhere.
I feel worthless
Impotent. Like I can do
Nothing. Nothing nothing!
I hate the person who did this
Stole my money, stole my stability
All my money for the month
All that I had. Gone Gone!
And even if I got it back
It would not change
The rage I feel
About the Creator
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