Teenage Abortion

What am i?... awake by hate an angels mistake no fate, no color, no race just a face that's misplaced with no dream to be chased.... why must i be unfree to disease someone help me to believe to breath in belief i exist to achieve the thought i hoped is no longer in me.... scared and dispaired, disapointed unfair a hole in my soul, through darkness and air you to compare, the damage is rare rigamortise of death is finally there.... what are we forcing facing distortion what we believed is no longer important paint me a portrait in life in assortment and what has begun is only a portion cause what iam.... is a teenage abortion.