What They Are...
The sound of a newborn's cries,
Born into this world, a new life created,
Born as part of a plan, or as an accident,
or for reasons they deem complicated.
No life is without flaws, and flawed are we,
To never walk, to never talk, to never hear, to never see,
And so begins the struggle for acceptance,
The flawed ones ask, why do they not love me?
Ridiculed, bullied, and insulted for their flaws,
The abnormal living among the normal, seen as sin,
A sin for the imperfect to tread the earth of the perfected,
Undeserving of this world in which we live in.
And cast asunder are the flawed ones, banished, exiled,
They are made to walk life alone, to distances great and far,
And for what crime? The sin of being different to the others,
Unwanted, unloved, all because of what They are.
- UniqueSKD
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(Loads his shotgun, just in case)
Great answer and so very true.
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Damn straight. XD
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Just so you know, depending on how this weekend goes, you might be getting Chapter Two sooner than I had planned. Maybe.
Of course, assuming you like what you see here so far, whether or not that matters to you is up to you. XD
3726382 I understand completely
Shit just got real
Can't believe you struggled to find acceptance because your a bat pony
But srsly sorry
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WHAT THE HELL? MY OC'S A PEGASUS THAT WALKS ON TWO LEGS! I'M NOT A MARE! XD
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I do like your poems by the way
very grim
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Don't change the subject, buster!
But thanks for the compliment, though. XD