United States
34° 2' 50.0352" N, 118° 8' 29.4936" W

Twisted wrong
Stepped over upon
I glare up to see
While on the ground

I see myself
To be the one
Who tortured me all along
And I now see
What wrong
I've done to myself

The voice in command
is a ruthless Lieutenant
Whipping my behind
Wounds apparent
Scars remnant

No, don't add salt to my wounds
Forgiveness so precious
Such temporary doses
A passive shield that looms
Before my nemesis
Before myself

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