R.I.P

R.I.P my fellow outcasts
Those who refused
To for even one more day
Wear the mask
That hid the truth
Of who they were
Because of fear
Of the others
Who tortured them
Day after day
Until their individuality
Began to just fade away
And their lives became
This one big painful haze
That just wouldn't go away
R.I.P my fellow misunderstood
And under appreciated
Those who try as they may
Were never seen
For their true being
But seen as something
Considered less than appealing
R.I.P my fellow bullied souls
For I wish that just once
Someone had let you know
How precious really was
Not only you
But your beautiful soul
R.I.P those who fit this poem
For I hope that finally
A true sense of peace
Is finally known

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