TrappedA Poem by NevilleTrapped
All along he had
been reading me wrong Like a bird
trapped in some kind of cage
From the very top
to my bottom she said Like being
chained to a f*****g blank page
All along he had
been feeling me wrong Like a man with
a club for a hand
All along he had
been treating me wrong Like a voyeur
with his head in the sand
From my head to
my toes she said He virtually had
it all planned
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