Deep down, I exist
Yet I am not here, Nor can I be seen
All will not notice me, Rather all will pass by me
They will not understand, Nor will I ever care
Once I long to be born, Now I crave to be gone
For such existent never care about me, But only despises me
At least deep in the existence world, Where no one like me are accepted
Only what they see as fit and told, Will ever be accepted
Even with that, Hypocrisy will run wild even without a single flare
The hypocrites will mask, The murderers will smile
The criminals will not think, The mafia will not care
The gangs shall be narcissistic, While the destroyer shall be cold
The rapists will not be forgotten, The thieves will be lighted upon
I will not regret, I will not repeat
The ones before me is gone, While the ones after me will replace
Whether acceptance are upon me, the truth cannot be hidden
For I am not born of perfection, Nor am I born planned
This is the truth, Shall the truth be hidden
All will not see, And all will not hear
All there remain is just waste, Waste from the big cupidity above
This is the story, The story formed by the many scars