I am lost between child and man
Left in the cold by my own Klan
Twisting and shaping my own shell
Defying demons in a mental hell
Running scared from the sadist
Honing their pain until I am an artist
Kicked out and I'm missing the lash
Living in a ditch and eating trash
I always knew I was wronged
But my justice has been prolonged
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