50 Shades of me

You said she was a failure
A useless waste of space
Never missed an opportunity
To tell her she was a disgrace

You never said you loved her
Never took her out to play
Told her often she wasn’t wanted
That she was always in the way

So she stayed mostly in the attic
Writing down unspoken words
She never spoke around you
You treated her with no regard

Then you ripped up all the paper
That her thoughts were scribbled on
And took away her first guitar
Because you didn’t like her songs

She thought the way you treated her
Was the same for everyone
Although distraught and suicidal
Just accepted what you had done

One day karma will catch you
You’ll have no-one but yourself to thank
Because she’ll leave never to return
And you can take that to the bank

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