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You hear the words

Of envy and disconcertment

You see through eyes,

Of fear and hate

I see them

With every thing

I could ever want

Everything I'll never have

Without a care

Everything I hate

Everything to surpass

My enemies

Destroy everything I was raised with

The poor

The sad

The hapless

We see things from broken eyes

We hear from ruined ears

We touch with scarred hands

We are afraid to say it

We hate to say it

We've lost