The Victim

My insecurities are eating me I feel as if life is cheating me Karma can’t stand me Bad luck won’t unhand me Isolated from my family And my friends don’t understand me Ain’t my life just great? Full of anger, sadness and heartbreak Some things I wish I could take But I have failed because of fate. At the butt of jokes Always alone A 72 in high, and 2 ½ inch wide temple is my home I live inside myself My heart is where I hide myself. All by myself Everyday of every week My temper has double-crossed my peak I am under estimated Emotionally incapacitated Often considered the most hated. Blindly called conceited Always mistreated But when it comes to memories I always get deleted. I live in a world that’s forgotten Conniving thoughts that are rotten Since I am always down trodden I might as well be picking cotton And doing the work of oxen While grazing the field Keeping to myself is my only shield. It’s scary living in a world of billions Out of everyone I am the chameleon I am never seen and have gone unnoticed No one would notice if I hocus pocused But I’m always focused And treated like a stranger Everyday I am forced to be angered If everyone else in the world died I don’t know if I’d miss them Because my whole life I was treated as the victim…