My Life Is a Dystopia

I am being forced to live With horrible malformations On my body In my body I am stuck with them for years For who knows how long The people want me dead Simply for existing They claim it is in the name of the children But I am a child Being forced to grow up And I am not the only one There are millions of us they want arrested Or simply put to sleep But that is too nice a word For what they want They want us dead In their claim of righteousness We want to live Without the horrible mutilations That we had forced upon us They claim it's in the name of life Yet children are shot in the streets And the places meant to be safe Are hotgrounds of violence and death All we want is to live As children are meant to do They let children be parents But they won't let us save our own lives We are too young to know who we are Yet old enough to tell someone else? There is no possible way For me to afford a roof over my head But if I were to take my chances On the streets I would be thrown in jail or shot For the crime of being there I am being killed In the name of life And all this was only From one news report