Your Punching Bag

Completely about my relationship with my family.
These things that surround me, mean nothing to me.
If only you could see what goes through my mind.
If only you would listen to the beat of a broken heart.
I refuse to be your dress-up doll and your punching bag.
You wish to see me smile?
Leave me alone, and I will be happy.
You listen to her, you care for her..
but I am just your dress-up punching bag...
I run away, but no one cares..
"OMG! Where is she?"
Like it matters...
You are afraid to lose your punching bag..
I am more than a shell for you to use as you wish.
I will leave this place,
and you can use her as your punching bag now.
I am not a child anymore
and will not be your punching bag.

By baily elder
Published: 2/21/2006

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