Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Beaten Down - Poem by Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Weak, Beaten and Fallen
I lie on the floor for all to see
I am weak, and an outcast
I deserve no life
I deserve to die and rot
People say I am odd, a freak
I am me, Nobody else but me?
Is not been yourself a good thing?
Why do we judge each other?
Before we know each other?
We our who we want to be
Not what everyone likes
But why do we care what people think
We should like ourselves for us
Don’t let them beat you down
Stand and show them your not scared
Show them you are you
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