Lost Prize

by Quinn Specht   Oct 14, 2011


I am tired of
feeling betrayed.
So many of you betray,
and you point and laugh.
I cannot take the hatred you
bring out in me.
How can you live with yourself,
acting like your better than me?
You act like this is some sort of
popularity contest....
You think there is a prize to be had
in the end of all this.
The pain you bestow upon someone,
just tears us apart.
How is this funny to you?
It's no joke, the lives
you mess with.
You open your mouth and all that comes out
is the fire that scalds everyone in your path.
You stick your nose up peoples ass,
thinking your so great.
Your a false.
A lie.
A Joke.
Beyond this horrid pain, beyond all the
troubles.....
is a beautiful nightmare.
It's never ending with you.
Your a lost prize.
Your a lost soul.
Find yourself!
Before anyone can accept you.

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