What Happens To The Broken Poem by Jennifer Gordon

Forever on the outskirts of town.
I am blessed with exile.
Left here to die.
I have a target on my chest.
an X on my door.
Stamped to be left alone.
Marked with the black dot.
I am the plague.
They run and cower from me
Yet they have the gall to yell such blasphemy
Preech the lies and the hate.
angry at the trruth that's to be there fate.
I am to be feared.
So they try to break me.
Put me in another class.
In another room. Another place. No doors. No walls.
No contact. I am alone.
But they don't know
That they're creating a monster.
They're striping me of my fear.
Peice by peice they bring me to life.
They bring me to freedom.
Their ignorance. Their fear.
I feed off it.
I rejoice knowing what I'll become.
They'll be consumed by fear. And I'll shock them all.
I won't want them.
I'll want the world.
And they cant, they won't be able to stop me.
Because it's begun....