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no I don't feel bad about
crawling out from beneath the crippling doubt
you try to crush me with your cruel words
to destroy the purpose within with attacks from without
no I don't feel bad about
stealing back the resolve you tried to snuff out
you've made it your purpose to keep me down
I've made it my purpose to present with clout
you won't hurt me anymore
I don't care about evening the score
you won't keep me subdued beneath your scorn
I find your diatribe a bore
I'm becoming more
than you bargained for
I'm not your punching bag
you're rotten to the core
you're empty, shallow, and weak
no more will I seek
your meaningless approval
with purpose I will forevermore speak
~cie~
NaPoWriMo: Write a non-apology for the things you've stolen
April PAD Challenge: Write a purpose poem
