dark

 Losers what they call me

Freaks all they have to say

Its funny how their words now 

Are they same as yesterdays

Maybe what they say is true

That I deserve to be abused

Used and thrown away

I'm nothing more than a stray

So say all your hateful words

And speak all your filthy lies

You're the reason why

We all want to die

This poem is about: 
Our world

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