Pounce


And so we fall
Left to watch slowly as our blood wastes
A trilogy we never saw
A story we never heard
We, the victims
Left in a corner
With the blood on the wall to remind us
We are nothing to them
No one understands
We tell them , "I'm okay"
But I've shattered like glass
And people cut themselves on my pieces
Thwarted I am
Left behind I am
And I can't help thinking,
They hate me
I tell them, "I'm okay"
Yet, steady tears mark my face
Drying and reminding me
I'm an outcast
But I have to hold on the truth of it all.

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