My Struggle

I walk alone, my head hanging down;

And hang in shame it does.

The words spoken crush

My already shattered soul.


They get power and strength

From my previeled weakness;

It's what keeps them strong;

It's what makes me weak.


Their violence gives me silence;

It makes them proud,

The silence I protrude

Speaks louder than any scream.


They draw a crowd, with the fun 

They make of me;

The crowd goes loud;

Striving from the bad.


It will give them a high;

I am their drug.

They make me low;

They are my weakness.





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