The Afflicted #44

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The Afflicted

Hide behind these walls

The Addicted

Are controlled like dolls

They go to school

Leave everything

Break every rule

Have nothing

They live at home

Constantly abused

Barely roam

Their parents constantly amused 

They dye their hair black

They tattoo their skin

Under attack

They never win

They paint their nails

Love pain

Accompanied by wails

The life they drain

They are distraught 

They lose their path

Forget the morals they were taught

Feeling everyone's wrath

The ultimate cast away

Stays strong 

Still prone to decay

Wonder where they belong

I am this person

I wonder where I fit in this world

My life begins to worsen

I sat there and twirled

Leaving everything behind

I run into the darkness

Running blind

Feeling so heartless

The Afflicted

Hide behind these walls

The Addicted

Are controlled like dolls

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