Verbal abuse is still abuse.

You tell me to tell the truth,
but what other truth is there to be told?
The way you scream and yell at me
is getting a little bit old.
Verbal abuse is still abuse.
Tinted and shaded so others won't see.
There is only a certain amount
of Lauren-like I can truly be.
Now she lies about boys.
I lie about loving.
I am not a toy.
I cannot be passed from person to person.
Even though I already am.
My life has so far proven to be nothing but a scam.