The Victim

March 30, 2012
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They call me gay
And don't look well
When I'm away
They're always swell

I'm called many things
From loser to freak
Beaten a ton
My life feels bleak

However there's hope
I'm not alone
I've friends with me
Tied like a rope

My parents are here
I have a family
They need me around
And are always near

I have a future
Out there somewhere
There will be a day
When I will feel good

So I take all taunts
I'm always ready
While they look down on me
I'll look up to myself





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