I look outside and see a world that I
was born in but never belonged in,
was loved in but never happy with it,
was known psychotic for fighting you,
was silenced when I cried about my abuse,
was named a slut when I wore my mini skirt to show my thighs,
was blamed for wearing my heart on my sleeve
was laughed at when my hopes broke and scarred meAnd
Was born to be dead,
With a rhapsody of despair.