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Confused

Stepping on a wet floor,
My lonely hands, saved in my packet
Raining hitting my head,
Drops of guilty,
I look down, I�m lost in a
Place where I was born,
Looking for answer,
No questions made,
I�m tired, I can tell,
Hunchback caring
The blame, arrows
Against Me,
Still on my feet,
I take them all,
Hit by rock,
Making me limp,
Hit by words,
Making me miss some heart
Beats, denied by
Society, pride fading
Away, lynched by an
Invisible rope,
But who cares
Of external suffering,
I�m tired.

I�m tired of the system,
I don�t understand it,
And it does not like me,
It does not adapt to me,
Look up, drops hitting my eyes,
Sniffed up, I need to stop,
Face down, no anymore,no anymore...
Until when?

SENA