Thought of on 11/5/12, 8-ish PM

Written on 11/6/12, 12:10PM.

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In these words I hear a cry,

Trapped in the recesses of my mind,

Old fears, old anger, singing the song,

A call to give voice to the pain inside.

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A voice crying out in the darkness,

Doesn't anyone hear? Doesn't anyone care?

Lost in the crowds of uncaring halls,

Forsaken by the world we called home.

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Every word twists like a knife,

Destroying us from the inside out,

Every taunt, all the laughter,

Burned into our souls forever.

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Hatred and fear our only companion,

Shunned by the rest of the world.

Freak, weird, ugly, stupid, nothing.

Slowly killing everything inside us.

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A voice crying out in the darkness,

Doesn't anyone hear? Doesn't anyone care?

Lost in the crowds of uncaring halls,

Forsaken by the world we call home.

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They'll never know how it feels,

To hide behind painted masks,

Trying to hide how much it hurts,

When they laugh at who we are.

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Every word twists like a knife,

Destroying us from the inside out,

Every taunt, all the laughter,

Burned into our souls forever.

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A voice crying out in the darkness,

Doesn't anyone hear? Doesn't anyone care?

Lost in the crowds of uncaring halls,

Forsaken by the world we call homeā€¦