Brittle Bones

by Raj-Beer

Born with a bent back and brittle bones

A twisted tongue, crooked teeth

Sensitive skin and weak eyes

A clogged nose, chapped lips

Plagued by sicknesses trying to fit in

Tormented by injuries afraid to face a mirror

A child prone to pain and torture

Wanting to be something normal


But instead was rejected and neglected

Small, skinny and easily influenced

Outkasted from the happy and beautiful kids

Very intelligent, filled with potential and a future

Overshadowed with emptiness, loneliness and tears

Added up to a sum of hate and revenge

On a world where the innocent suffer and the guilty exalted

On a world that trapped me in a cave with no breathing room

Now its my turn

Brittle Bones by Raj-Beer

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