Here I Am
Here I am,
tattered and torn.
Used by everyone,
from the day I was born.
Here I am,
marks on my skin.
Marking every time,
I didn’t fit in.
Here I am,
unloved and unwanted.
By their words,
I am haunted.
Here I am,
15 years after.
Suffering with something,
that brought them all laughter.
Here I am,
rejected and stepped on.
For some reason,
not yet I’m gone.
Here I am,
climbing out of hell.
Watching them laugh,
because I finally fell.
But here I am,
mark my word.
I may be beatdown,
but you’ll get what you deserve.
So, here I am,
mock me all you want.
Because I am done with this,
from now on your life I’ll haunt.
And here I am,
weaker than ever.
But I won’t go down again,
no, I won’t, never.
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