Those thrown away
Like leftover food
Like the garbage, the rubbish
Those forgotten
Misused, broken, shattered
Left behind to rot
To become a nothing
They never see
They never feel
What it's like to be abandoned
We're probably all doomed
But maybe it wouldn't have been this way
Who knows, perhaps we could have been different
But we're the abandoned, just another fool
Another to be laughed at, jeered at, taunted for
Being different, for not being stupid, for being ourselves
What in the world is wrong with us
Why are we mistreated so
Why can't they see beyond their ridiculous notions
Why can't life actually be fair
Why must we, the abandoned be like this
Why were we not worthy
Why are we the Abandoned
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The Lost
PoesíaThe lost. The abandoned. The miserable. The world from our point of view. WARNING-Written in poetical style. If you don't like, don't read.
