We are called strange everyday
We are left out always
And we are not treated well,
But we keep walking, alive.
They try to make us feel bad
With their humorless jokes,
Their stupid harmful insults
And their endless laughing.
But we try and ignore them,
We isolate us listening to music,
Expressing our feelings through poetry
Or just dreaming about a better world.
Just when we are kinda happy
They come to us once again,
Trying to make our lives miserable
And make their existences worth.
But they are not going to win,
They're not going to get us down
Because we are truly powerful,
We are the ones.
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Far Reaches Of Hope
PoetryHey everybody!!!# Here's the third and the last part of the MIDNIGHT POETRY trilogy. before anything else i really thank you all for the READS and VOTES for the previous books. Unlike the last two books this book contains only 12 poems. ...
