This poem is about people I know who deserve better, but the masks they use to be part of society are what they're really becoming.

***Thank you for reading!***

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# My friends, rotten onions

*You couldn't take care of yourself
And noone cared enough for you.
You were nurtured in the wrong ways,
So you've lost your purpose.*

*Being born wasn't your choice but
Wouldn't you swear you really try
to make your life worth living?*

*Despite fighting their poison,
Each and every toxic spray,
Getting ripe was never a thing.
They got you, you're infected.*

*Some of them wanted to consume you.
Still, after peeling through your layers
They see there's nothing of use.*
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