I consider you.

To the torn
the beaten, and the bruised
To the people who have not yet gotten the chance
the chance to succeed, to be considered
To the weak
the damned, the ones that are skinned alive
Because they did not get the chance
the chance to feel mercy, to feel love
To the lost
the confused, the outsiders
Because they just so happen to exist
To the unaccepted
the discouraged, the strange
Because they do not look to you as if you are god
I am nothing but a stranger
But I will say sorry
Because the rest of the world does not know how completely twisted it is
To the people who are just like me