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Innocence vs. Society (MAN)


 I was born with rights.

I was wrapped in a bundle of innocence and purity. A blaket of security.

And society played me!

I was born with a right.

I had no hatred within me. As time starts to tick by my innocence that once held me so dear was snatched away from me.

And society hated me!

I was born with a right.

My blanket of security was shreded to strips just like my life.

I now hold my head down to keep what I feel underneath.

Blocking the truth as the time tick by.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I'm eighteen now living in a man's world.Those men whose name I cures in vain. I scream all the things that I once thought as my fairy tale with an happy ending burn in flames. Life is not a fariy tale,reality likes slapping people in the face.

I'm living in a world that is no better than the people who run it . They all have the same things in mind, using the weak and defenseless.

Just like me.

  Another player of this game.

But he takes what is suppose to be pure and 'dirty it up' with his prescene.

I  can't stay,and I knew I never would.

My time will soon be up!

His name is just added to the others who thought that taking an innnocent would be fun.

His name is added to others that I cures in vain,

I cry, "Oh Lord why me?"

And society is still killing me 

But I knew that though I wasn't innocent, I was left dirty and it couldn't be washed away.

I am paying for playing and burning in flames for my actions.

I think about how I was once innocent and pure till it was ripped away from me.

It terrified me to think of this constant cycle of innocence stripped, pain creeping up my spine, the inevitable guilt.

The pain was spreading, and I was paying!

Society has killed me!

But I couldn't help but think... I was born with a right.

To be innocent as long as I could,but no ones born with a right.

You just have to hope you will be rightfully done by society or even man.

 

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