We were beaten
We're some of the worst scarred
But we're also some of the strongest
For no pain no gain is us
It's all we can live
It's all that's available to us
In this miserable world
Where nothing truly is right
Where only idiots can be themselves
And not be picked upon
Where we're broken
Mistreated, verbally and physically
Because of our misfortunes
Because we weren't lucky enough
To be born into a happy home
To be nonexistent in the age
To be born where we could be ourselves
But we weren't
And in this age, we can't fight back
Because of their idiocy
Because we don't gather together
Because we must endure
But that makes us stronger
And with strength, someday
Our descendants will not have to be the Abused
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The Lost
PoetryThe 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.
