She always felt like an outsider,
Like she didn’t belong.
They told her they didn’t like her,
That her existence was wrong.
Another unwanted child,
Another person to dislike.
She lived in endless darkness,
She wished for warm light.
She would whimper as each blow rained down.
Her delicate skin a mixture
Of blues, purples and reds,
On top of her beautiful olive skin.
She would painfully crawl
Un...
