Hated and humiliated
Lying in the dust, left all alone to die
Bullied and deceived
Left alone in the cold darkest night
Turning me into an eternal scapegoat
Drawing me like a white crow
They thought they could hurt
They thought they were right
They hoped they could learn
The lessons of innocent heart
They thought they could fly
Having no wings behind
They thought they could die
Having within no life
Dead but taken not yet
They’re just forsaken
Trying to hurt deeper forevermore
They’re the loosers so poor
They thought we are the others
Lustful sinners, never pure artists
Shadows of whores for the whole cold world
They made us the beasts
They made us the scapegoats
They turned us to devils
They told we are cursed
Let me light a candle in the dark
Let me show you a path through the night
It’s hard to find the truth being the other
Forever alone, forever lost in a crowd
Eternal scapegoat, a lonely white crow
Linlin's Poetry 