[Dark; Angst]
A child, made of a sin for which he is not at fault, is punished all the same.
A child, fathered by the frightening and mothered by the frightened, left alone because no one can bear to look at him or to love him. Abandoned to a sadistic world where there are only two kinds of people: those who ignore his suffering and those who take pleasure in it.
When a woman is raped, there may be a greater victim than even herself. Suffering is the true product of sin.
That’s right.
Pull away from me,
Like the leper that I am.
Unloved.
So many tears,
They’re starting to expect them.
The unlovable sin: me.
Unwanted.
When there is no further to push
I hope I will be left alone
My illegitimate self, finally
Abandoned.
And so beaten that no junkyard will ever want me.
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