Barefoot in the rain

Can you see the stigma in my face
The warts and blisters on my feet
Do you know how I got in this place?
I've lived and done it all and I'm only thirteen
I am a news headline
I am one third in a growing epidemic
Now you know why the walls cry
Branded with the imprint of my fists
Now you know why my loved ones hide
I am a child in crisis
I reject the help that's given to me
I hurt myself because you see something ugly
If I don't tell you won't listen
Verbal threats I just can't stop it
Medication is only a temporary fix
I'll run away get into some criminal mischief
I am a challenge by default
Just cause my name is in the system
Doesn't mean it's my fault
I walk as if I'm lost
I'm stuck, my life on pause
Judge my damaged outlook
I am not just misunderstood
I go where the rain takes me
I laugh because that's what's in my fantasy
Barefoot I am
Help, I lost my shoes in a world called reality

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