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the first time i hated myself, i was 9 years old.
groups of soulless children followed me around the schoolyard
calling me diseased ridden, disgusting, fat...
the laughed as my tears splashed on the table at which i sat
Turn around and face me,
Face me for who I am.
Because just as you I have woes,
And just as you I struggle.
Turn to me and wonder,
Wonder as much as I do.
Because just as you I think of others,
Wicked hearts so vast and hollow
Heartless eyes set on the morrow
Greedy, grasping, never to miss
Hunger endless as an abyss
Twisting, turning, a tangled weave
Washed on beaches of filthy eve
They always want more from youYou can never give them enoughYou can try your hardestAnd do you bestBut it will not be good enough to themThat is when you need to leave
