How I Was Made
I've grown up without a voice,
so I'm afraid to speak.
I've grown up to yelling,
now that's all I hear.
I've grown up to people calling me names,
so that's all I know.
I've grown up to disrespect,
now that's all I expect.
I've grown up without emotion,
so that's how I'll stay.
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