Framed and faced,
Blamed and braced,
I allow them to call me a holy disgrace.
I try and I fail,
I fail and I cry,
I sit in the shadows and ask myself 'Why?'
Shattered and scarred,
Tattered and tarred,
I question myself at my own disregard.
For years, I have wondered,
I wander in youth,
Am I a real person, or an illusion of truth?
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