Shame and rejection were my only friends,
Humiliation was the only clothing I wore around.
Once, I slept in the same houses as princes, princesses, and kingsNow I make my bed with the outcasts of society
They don't have much because they aren't allowed to
They have be made to be considered lesser than the elite
They are considered to be animals and tools to them
And I have been lumped in with them
I always felt guilty when I partake in my siblings mockery of the pleasants
Our victims knew I was just like them, they saw I was an imposter
I can only imagine the hurt of being ridiculed by someone who looks just like you,
Making fun of what makes you you
I've been trying to make up for my wrongs
I've been fighting for the forgotten ones of my society
The children of the elite love to pull pranks on lower the lower class
They know they can get away with it since we have no rights
One day I was walking through a quiet street
When I heard her cry for help
They upper class hoodlums had stolen her bookbag and held her by the neck with fist ready to punch her
She recognized me when I came to her aid
I was the same one who years earlier I bullied her older sister with my siblings
She wasn’t afraid of me though
Must of heard I had been kicked out of royal family for being just like her
Being humbled as helped made me less intimidating
I stood up for her
Ended up getting myself beat up
But she was safe
She forgave me for wronging her in the past
She accepted me, befriended
Clothed me in her kindness and friendship
Invited me to live under her roof
I am proud to make my bed with the outcasts of society
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