My Tiny Shameless Chair

I'm a person that has a mouth but no words come out
they go from my heart to my mine and get lost some where else
if they would only come out, you could here my true feelings about
the world and lovers in my life.
SO HERE I GO,
Your a mf-er, your a s-o-b, you have shit on me
for the last time, get your crap and get out.
NOW HERE'S WHAT REALLY HAPPENS
I sit her in this corner of a waste room in a tiny chair
crazy with fear of what he might do, so I quiver in silent
not knowing what might happen when my words come out
trying to yell them out, nothing,
SO I SIT THERE IN THE SHAMELESS OF NOTHING
WAITING ON TOMORROW TO COME AND TAKE ME AWAY
SO HERE I GO AGAIN.
Why are you still here, leave me alone go home to your
mother that smokes more dope than you, oh yea you might
have to get a job to help with both of your habits.
NOW HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS. GOOD WORDS WASTED
I sit here in this corner of my wasted life wish that I was dead
wanting to die just to get out of this hell of my life, with all the
slaps, and named calling, now i sit here in my tiny chair
with him holding a gun to my head as i quiver in silent and
shames trying to get my words out. GO TO HELL
SO I MIGHT BE SITTING HERE IN THE SHAMELESS OF NOTHING
WAIT ON TOMORROW TO COME AND TAKE ME AWAY OF MY
SHAMELESS HELL.

**Let me no what you think please