Tasting the Same Colors

I am not a winner because I haven't fallen into the trap of sensitivity
I have lost because my peers dramatize every little thing
I am not a winner because I don't support implausible charities
I remain a loser for ignoring activities
The world sees me as a demonic result of the old generation
My morals are corrupt along with my "hypocritical" religion
My story has no lies, yet I receive smug looks and dry eyes since I'm not a third world survivor
They believe I'm the reason why
This world is so racist
Why girls continue to say I'm a sexist
I am not a winner
Because my struggles are incredibly
I have lost
And I will never be seen

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