Your expectations
Are a box I cannot fit
Keep them for yourself
You know you were wrong
You treated my son so bad
That’s why we don’t talk
So done with people
Who think they can mistreat me
You called yourself friend
Lesbians are bad
And Muslims are even worse
He says in his hate
Taken for granted
They are God’s gift to mankind
Take care of your pets
You should be ashamed
You can’t look in the mirror
But you pretend well
I took your photo
Then you asked me for my hand
Now we have four dogs
I asked God for you
No, I don’t mean by your name
He knew anyway
Tell me how you knew
You were supposed to show up
Did you hear my prayer
Can’t sleep, racing thoughts
So much on my mind tonight
So I write haikus
My head is on fire
Nothing can extinguish it
Please God rescue me
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