I hate being backed against the wall,
Always defensive,
Never a chance.
Always hoping for forgiveness,
for crimes not committed.
I hate the hand that comes to strike,
Hatred for the look that enters her eyes.
Can't keep myself from doing the same
Showing the same.
Always knowing it's coming,
Never sure quite when to hide.
Why won't she leave me alone?
Why can't I leave,
set out on my own?
Where would I go?
Nowhere am I welcome,
not even in my own home.
Went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix( in Imax 3d!!!) this weekend. By far it's the best one yet. Sucks in comparison to the book though.
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