People hide behind smiles and generous acts all the time
This is the mask they wear and only the abused knows these tricks
People who’ve never experienced abuse cannot see through the bricks of the walls of the abusers and victims
They never see drowned ones in the slime
Never see their friends and family as swine
But they abuse or are abused all the time
And now here ends my rhyme
Abusers have two faces
Though you’ll always see just one
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