I know that i am worthless,
I know that i am just a pawn in their game.
They always look down at me, laughing hysterically as if I was a broken slave, trying to entertain. I try to fit in,
but I can’t truly do that when I am the one they laugh at.
I am the one they hit, the one they break.
I am the one they know will one day come with a knife, ready to strike.
I am the used,
I am the worthless pawn, the one that they send to the enemy,
as they feast on the meat that they have stolen.
I am the abandoned,
the one no one would look twice at.
I know that I am just a pawn in their game,
I know that I am worthless.
And yet,
I stay with them.
Such a worthless pawn.