Cut

Pain scratched down your arm,

Cuts cause too much alarm,

Judgment, anger, hate

Now you have a new fate,

Sitting all alone in a white room,

Waiting your untimely doom,

Future thrown away forever,

Dreams that’ll be accomplished, never,

No one looks past the face,

Truth trapped and hidden in lace,

As you sit in that big white room,

Stereotyped as a nut,

All you can say is:

“It was just a little cut…”