Unhappy
Older and Wiser than most,
yet stuck in a child’s body.
Ugly and Useless,
filled with Anger and Contempt.
Treated like I don’t belong,
afraid to stand up to my Tyrants.
Why was I born like this?
Why couldn’t I be Happy
And Love myself?
My face filled with Scars,
forced to cover it with
Face Paint.
I am forced to live each day
Sad and Depressed.
I am forced to live each day
wishing I was stuck in
another Body, another Soul.
I am cursed to live the rest
of my days in a childlike body,
a Tormented soul,
an Angry and Contemptuous persona.
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