It Poem by kate Emma

It



This thing isn’t human or even real
It’s a piece of nothing that im stuck with
Its ugly, disgusting, what the hell is it
In this world it really don’t fit

It’s a jail im stuck here, never let out
This is my life sentence
The punishment is having to be someone
Who’s useless, waste of a space, worthless

Im not a part of it, we are both
Two completely separate things
Never achieving never being proud
It will fail and never win

An equal I really don’t think so
How can it when it looks like that
It deserves to be punished and tortured
So disgusting and so fat

The words that are shouted and called out
Are what it will get all its life
The punishment, the beatings the pain it suffers
Forever will always be right

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