The Pain of Innocence

You've never felt true pain.

Until you're hurt the way I've been.

Who asked me if you could take my body

and cut deep into my skin?

 

Would you do this to your mothers?

Would you do this to your sons? 

Would you do it to your daughters?

Whats that? It's science on the run.

 

I'm poked and prodded and tested on.

I'm just an expirement and I'm just your game.

Who cares if I live?

Who cares if I breathe?

 

Would you do this to your sisters?

Would you do this to your wives?

Would you do this to your brothers?

You argue it's all a part of life!

 

Well whose life is it?

Not mine to live!

Because I lie on this cold table, 

and I'm just about to give.

 

If you cut me, I bleed.

I bleed red just like you!

Were the same on the inside!

Why cant you see the truth?

 

I feel the needles stab,

As you puncture my soft skin!

You treat me like I'm nothing,

It's as if I cannot win.

 

When I cry out,

In misery or sometimes in pain.

You muzzle me but my tears,

Are enough to make a stain.

 

Im so afraid,

in the dark, in my cold hard cage

I cannot sleep from the fear 

That I'll be gone someday.

 

 

 

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