My King

All they seem to do about me is complain.

It brings my heart such conflict and pain.

They make me feel like I’m not worth anything.

Like I’m a slave and they’re my king.

They make me feel horrible about myself.

They’ve trapped me and I need to free myself.

But they push me down each time I try,

So all I can do is sit down and cry.

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