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They ask us who we are
Yet they don't seem to understand
They've known us for years
And still they can't seem to grasp our meaning

We are the people who sit in the corner
Our knees as close to our chest as our abused bodies will let
Our head lays lifelessly on our knees
Our hands are gipping tight enough to bruise

We are the ones you left out of the team
Our eye watch bordly as they chase each other around
Our hands clunched tightly at our side
Our eyes cry at the fairness of the world

We are the ones you yell at in frustration
Our mind screams back at your irking voice
Our eyes betray nothing
Our mouths twich with insane irritation

We are the ones you left behind
Our will to live pulses with determination so to not show our depression
Our spirits thrives to live
Our thoughts break our barriars we worked so hard to build

We are the ones you tried to kill
Our memories betray us making us relive every moment
Our lives tainted with their darkness
Our confidence forever broken

We are the group of outcast
The ones you'll never understand because you are not us
They ask us what our problem is
But they never take the time to hear us out

They are the people I pity
The ones that still live in their perfect world
They are the ones I hate
The ones that will never take the time to listen