Another Cruel Joke
As if to mock me and make me weak,
My voice once strong has become so meek.
Was once of many, now only one,
What do I do without those who were flesh and bone
I now know what life is like for those who are normal
I wish now to be formal
And apologize to all those I hurt
Even though I doubt they still listen, for I am dirt,
Stomp on the ground as you please,
Envision me
Picture me
And destroy me
That is my final plea
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