Mommy look at what you've done
look at the things you've done...
Deception of Blood.
They call us strangers...
Crawl along the gutters,
Akin to the worms...
Forged from the weakest flames,
I am worked to the core. My blade dull and blunt...
One more day, put on my mask
Forget the question they want to ask...
Theres a child on the streets tonight
crying there eyes out to god...
Today in a world where violence creeps into our...
I see happy children laughing and playing under...
When people look at this girl they always think...
Abuse made her leave
No where to go...
Yeah i know this poem ain't great..but i wanted...
I'm not different...
Do not cast your fake smiles upon me
Or attempt to drown me in your masochistic tears...
Respect
By Mark Spencer...