I am evasive.
Hiding in dark realms, I feel angry and sad.
External forces sadden me.
People who judge and ridicule.
I wish to be free.
I am a scapegoat.
I am not here for conversing or acknowledging.
I am worthless.
Here I exist to pick upon at your leisure.
I am youth.
An innocent that knows more than appears to.
Depression, anger, hatred, and violence surround me.
I take it all in.
There is no reason to exist.
I feel like I could crack at any moment.
I could rid myself of all.
I will not, for I am strong.
Every encounter strengthens me.
Be sure to look for my name in lights.
I push on, never yielding.
I brush off disrespect.
I live confusedly in this dog-eat-dog world.
I don’t know how to trust.
I’m alone in the crowd.

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