Mistaken Sin

Torn up on the inside
and scarred on her skin
nobody cares about her
she feels like a mistaken sin
that can't run away
from her dark and gruesome past
her feelings of hopelessness
will always last
till the end of time
even when she's gone
she'll know they all hate her
they all think she's wrong
wrong to be here
wrong to be sad
they say when she's dead
They'll all be glad
They blame all the problems on her
and says she produces hate
she's the target of attack
but know it all is too late
to fix up everything
that she didn't do
so that's why I write
this poem to you
how would you feel
if you were a mistake
what kinds of problems
would you hate to make
She wants to leave
the skin that she is in
to rid the whole world
of the only mistaken sin