A Person-Less Soul Poem by adam quinones

As much physical pain as I may indure,

Its nothing compared to what your hate insured.

To demean ones own existence,

Without a thought through your own indifference.

Because I was different

I was left with out your clearance!

What was so wrong with my physical appearance,

That forced you to push upon me your own adherence …

Was it really necessary for your interference?

All the verbal abuse left me … incoherent.

But now you’ve won, and another “freak” is gone.

so i say, goodbye for now, but i’ll see ya in hell ;)