Outsiders This is the curse we bare We carry far more than our share Our hearts are big, our walls bigger yet A never ending tormenting threat Our gift, our damnation Interactions without correlation Left outside the spinning wheel Entrapped in a thoughtless world Meaningless with no appeal We wait to no avail Ignorance will prevail Hope is nowhere to be found It is buried along with our dreams A hundred feet underground. But we mustn't fret We are too young to be filled with regret Let's raise our voices Make the lines less blurred In a world where no one has a clue We will be heard
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