Society gathers, a venomous gaze,
A forceful current that never decays, Behind the shadows, whispers so sly, They take pleasure in watching others cry.
In this world of hatred, I find my place, Amidst the disdain, I endure the chase,
For I am the one they've chosen to hate,
A target, it seems, for their bitter fate.
They form a circle, their daggers so sharp,
But my spirit dances, refusing to warp,
For within my heart, a fire ignites,
Burning brightly, challenging their despites.
In their disdain, my strength starts to grow,
For their cruel words mean absolutely nothing, I know.
