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(Hard to really explain this poem.  It’s about people who spend their lives struggling due to bad luck.  They always seem to be fighting to keep their lives together.  Every time they find stability, an event happens beyond their control and knocks them back down.  All they can do is get back up unless they choose to disappear.  Definitely felt this way in 2024.  Society tends to keep them as outsiders either intentionally or by accident since it’s hard for one to understand the mindset without suffering the same way.  I mean, imagine reaching a point where happiness and success are seen as signs that bad stuff is about to occur due to pattern recognition.)

We are the abused ones

God’s band of guinea pigs

The deformed freaks

And trampled souls

That are his failed experiments

We all are tested

By his great design

Some of us will pass

To join his damned utopia

They will be the lucky ones

The rest of us

He refuses to release

We have great potential

To become members

Of the decadent elite

But it will never be

When we forget our place

He gives us a test

Which we cannot pass

I am expecting my next test

It looms on my horizon

I know he will have his laugh

While whittling away my happiness

But I will survive

I always survive

To rebuild my tattered soul

What has not killed me

Has made me stronger

Bringing freedom near my grasp

Even if it is only an illusion