what’s the point?

i hadn’t had enough pain?

you needed to prove something to me?

that you win no matter what?

that they get off scott free,

and i

lay once again in the pile

of excrement that was planned

way before i ever showed up?

that i get the scarlet letter painted

on my back

and everyone crosses the street

lest they catch my low status?

so I walk alone,

and they move on,

into all the good this world provides.

and i,

i sit

and mourn the impossible

possibility

that never existed for me

in the first place.

cause after all,

whatever the reason is for all this,

i am just a dirty pawn

on the wrong side

of a filthy world.

Amen.