Hated for understanding your prices.
How dare they, not see.
Mistreated for even caring.
A brief thank you is my payment.
But these words cant harm me.
My soul knows better than to listen.
I intake small amounts, all the time I need to fill up.
Energy infused, is used, for you, confused...
Tormented with emotion.
The price was always listed.
Why did I, walk by, and stand, awry, around all this commotion.
I laugh, you mock, your heart barren and never completed.
But then again, I sat, and sobbed, sweating your "fever"
My mind still full, while your vision was still eager.
Wait..
Lost again, a new line in your book.
The same ole story, by crook or by nook.
Ignore these statements and you would find empty land.
Deny my dear payments and your heart my wasteland.
Remember this lesson all else will fall through.
Your love a recession, but I will always love you.
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