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Is this the end to which I was born?
Am I to suffer every day?
Am I to be mocked at every hand?
Was it written by fate?
That I was to have my flesh taken away?
Before it even came into this earth?
Am I to die a little every day?
Am I to be ridiculed for the least of my mistakes?
While they that mock no nothing of me or my trials.
Are the ones who scourge me to be my kin?
Am I to be passed off from person to person?
Like some Family fruitcake form year to year.
Is the cross I am made to bare that of a loveless life?
Where men see me only for my body?
Where women see me as the thing not to be?
Where my family only tolerates me?
Just because I was born?
Was I a mistake?
My father why have you left my presence?
Why will no one listen to the words I say?
Would everyone’s life be better if I was never here?
Does anyone truly love me for what I am,
And not as what I appear to be?
My mother why did you abuse me so?
Am I the thing that you despise?
Why can’t I just disappear from the face of the earth?
When will all these scars fade away?
I try to cut but I can’t bleed.
Except when it means a part of me is dead.
My sisters why do you hate my mind?
I am not a mindless drone.
I have my decisions to make.
Even if they are the same that you once made.
My brother’s why do you ignore me?
Why do you turn into men and see my body?
I am not just some annoying thing that always follows
I just wanted your love.
Heaven knows mother and father never showed it to me.
I am a person within this world.
I have feelings and needs as well.
Why wasn’t I born into another family?
Why did I get drunk that fateful night?
Why can’t I just say no?
Why do I cry at night?
Why can’t I just be left alone?
Why do I care about the lives of others?
Why don’t I just die?

Description
Is this the end to which I was born?
Am I to suffer every day?
Am I to be mocked at every hand?
Was it written by fate?
That I was to have my flesh taken away?
Before it even came into this earth?
Am I to die a little every day?
Am I to be ridiculed for the least of my mistakes?
While they that mock no nothing of me or my trials.
Are the ones who scourge me to be my kin?
Am I to be passed off from person to person?
Like some Family fruitcake form year to year.
Is the cross I am made to bare that of a loveless life?
Where men see me only for my body?
Where women see me as the thing not to be?
Where my family only tolerates me?
Just because I was born?
Was I a mistake?
My father why have you left my presence?
Why will no one listen to the words I say?
Would everyone’s life be better if I was never here?
Does anyone truly love me for what I am,
And not as what I appear to be?
My mother why did you abuse me so?
Am I the thing that you despise?
Why can’t I just disappear from the face of the earth?
When will all these scars fade away?
I try to cut but I can’t bleed.
Except when it means a part of me is dead.
My sisters why do you hate my mind?
I am not a mindless drone.
I have my decisions to make.
Even if they are the same that you once made.
My brother’s why do you ignore me?
Why do you turn into men and see my body?
I am not just some annoying thing that always follows
I just wanted your love.
Heaven knows mother and father never showed it to me.
I am a person within this world.
I have feelings and needs as well.
Why wasn’t I born into another family?
Why did I get drunk that fateful night?
Why can’t I just say no?
Why do I cry at night?
Why can’t I just be left alone?
Why do I care about the lives of others?
Why don’t I just die?