The Lost

We're always here

Those who cannot fight back

Those ignored, shunned, hated, bullied

We're the Lost

We cannot endure much longer

Our pain, misery, sorrow

It means naught to you

You never listen, understand

Foolishly believing that it will always be fine

But life is not that way

There is no way for us

For we have strayed from our paths

Be it caused, forced, willingly

We are lost

And we will not back down

For otherwise, we are no better than those idiots

Yet perhaps we can be lead back

But perhaps we do not wish to return

So what will we do

Do we continue being lost

Or do we return to society 

Being mocked, jeered at, taunted

For not being what they prefer

Can they not see they are the wrong ones

They are those who do not feel

Those who are not right

Or we can build up our own

Can we manage the recovery

Can the lost become new

Can we forge anew a path

Stronger than those morons

Can we, The Lost, recover

For thought we are lost

Our purpose may now be clear

The lost are stronger and more worthy than else

For we are lost, but perhaps

We can forge anew a different way

And become more

Perhaps and perhaps not

For we are the lost

But we always prevail

Thus, we are the Lost