I'll say I am sorry if that's what you want to hear.
I'll tell you that I was wrong and even make amends.
When you shake your head and turn away, I'll try to look remorseful.
But the truth is that you don't understand us.
We are the accursed.
the unwanted
the grotesque
the loathsome
but the world needs us, YOU need us.
One day you might be as beautiful as we.
here ya go....
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I liked how your poem began simply for the fact that i could very much relate to it.
i love the feeling of "im still better than you" it does give off the sense of pride even though you submit to others thoughts and needs.
One day...
~Torii
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thank you, as long as you can think for yourself you will always be better than others. and not in an arrogant way. but in a way that let's you continue to exist.
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