You were the “in†crowd,
You were kings and queens,
When I was laughed at by one, all followed.
Into the loners crowd,
Pushed and shoved,
Unable to avoid the criticisms and persecution,
Always knocked down for something.
Secrets of me,
Passed around like an old toy, unwanted.
Your words beating my esteem, like a hammer,
I wished only to be part of you...
Now I’m glad I never joined you,
Always picking on people,
You never stop,
Like the deep rivers,
Always flowing and whispering to one another,
You are the ones, impure and unstable,
Unlike all of your fallen angels...
