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Scars

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