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To the average person the world looks okay

There are bright smiles and faces put on display

No one dares look beyond this tiresome act

So against us the deck is impossibly stacked



We suffer from a cursed disease that runs wild

All the abuse and ridicule received we compile

Some channel it into an object, with intent to harm

Not their tormentors, but to their leg, stomach, arm



Much is done to keep this from public knowledge

Else we cannot continue the use of our razor edge

For when this is reveal to one outside of our clan

The fakes and posers come out, and shit hits the fan



Certain people may say that we don't know how to deal

You must feel it yourself to know this pain is unreal

Until the day comes where we shall be accepted by all

Darkness shall shroud us and the blood will still fall