Plagued by the words a person misconstrued.

Left marked by the whispers said untrue.

Broken by the laughter that cried down the hall,

All I wanted was acceptance from my peers,

Only to crawl down the latter filled with more fears.

Repudiates us our talent,

Spent is our cash,

We became smithereens of unwanted,

Ash.

Darkened by the worlds

Clashing by the seam.

Forgotten are us,

Forgotten is me.

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