Forgotten and hated
	Berated- unsated and more,
Beaten and torn
	Like some kind of whore.
It's not my fault-
	Quit digging my grave.
Cursed am I?
	My birth- a farse!
My heart-
	Non-exsistant of course.
You sicken me,
	Calling me bastard,
Calling me wretch-
	Son of a bitch.
I've grown now-
	Stronger than you and they.
Suffer the slings and arrows
	of your 'friends'
Would you survive?
	Don't be foolish.
You wouldn't.
	I did.
Keep naming me-
	For I guess I am.
A bastard.
	Watching you dig your own grave.