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We’ve been stomped on by the system crushed between the toes Thrown away, discarded. We’re the ones you don’t want to know. Smothered by society to slowly suffocate. Misunderstood by those of power because the can’t relate. I’m sick of being judged. To face a world that holds a grudge I feel like I’m being killed before I’ve had a chance to live. To be consumed, consumed, disposed of, and recycled once again. Now we’re all grown up but we’re still treated the same. Before it was our parents now it’s peers and employers and cops to blame. Live up to their standards. Kiss their ass is what they expect. Treat me like a human being if you want to have my respect. I’m sick of being judged. To face a world that holds a grudge I feel like I’m being killed before I’ve had a chance to live. To be consumed, consumed, disposed of, and recycled once again. Recycled once again.