Not so Innocent Exile
I’m the outcast pariah
The leper messiah
The eternally wandering fool.
I’m the object of scorn
You wished had never been born.
I’m Fate’s unwilling tool.
I’m the speaker of words
That have yet to be heard.
My soul you have defiled.
You accuse me of crimes
Using words so sublime
I stand before you reviled.
I want to make peace
But you tell me to cease.
We cannot be reconciled.
Forever will I be
The person that you see
The not so innocent exile.
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