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As my fingers caress my chest,

where my heart has laid to rest.

No longer about love does it care

for it has seen too many tears.

When it sees promiscuity it laughs

courtship just for sex.

Because it knows how to be a reject

I tried hard to be great.

But that’s not my fate.

Because that’s me.

You don’t know me?

Let me tell you my history:

Thrown together in haste...

with a rotten soul laid to waste

they forged a forsaken.

I, meant for no joy,

I, the poverty stricken boy,

I, the unclothed beggar,

I, the one lost in the blur,

I, the black eye of a county,

I exist to make you laugh,

I, the miner in the shaft,

I take jobs here and there,

yet I get nowhere,

I, the one you shun,

I, created so you need not tear.

I, do the task,

I, wear the mask,

I, cry for the world,

I am the one,

I AM THE FORSAKEN!