Tortured in a corner
No one helping
Bruised and beaten
Why me?
Help, Help!
Don’t just stand!
Help me!
Why me?
Years of hatred
Flowing out
Punches, kicks
Each hitting harder than the last
Why me?
Couldn’t take it
I was mad, sad and all over angry
To them, its fun
To me, its painful
But I have one question to ask
Before I say goodbye
Why me?
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