Bitter Pill
by Mordread
The abhorrent beast is ugly.
It tries it's best to make a friend.
It tries so hard, but no one cares.
It's truly happy, in pretend
A fake smile stops some unwanted stares.
But it is the object of their acrimony
and it knows that, deep inside.
All it wants is to belong
or at least a place to hide
..and the world sings it's hymn of hate.
It is the unwanted child that was born.
The unloved object of their malice,
all else is flowers, it is a thorn.
The unwanted guest inside your palace
So little love gives it a chill.
Their hated one, their bitter pill.
It goes beyond unpopularity, disfavour or antipathy.
I'd call it implacability, animosity or enmity.
Undeplored and uncared for, a worthless body, nothing more.
Towards it, the world is spiteful,
for all of them, its so delightful
How much more must it take!
Of all these insults, all this hate.
It's ugly, stupid, valueless.
Is it repugnant? They think "yes!"
...and all this time it cries
...and the world sings it's hymn of hate.
For this thing, they do abhor!
It cries so much it's eyes are sore.
Used, abused and uncared.
So sad, itself it thinks to kill.
Their hated one, their bitter pill.
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