The bad men, they come out in the open now,
They brave the loss of dark,
And ever so slow they find ways to our hearts.
We let them in as family,
Then those selfish beings
put us down enough to make us believe.
Believe that their scrapes we can live off of.
Make us believe we are inadvertent obsolete thoughts.
That we’ll be gone, and paid no heed.
Gone with a puff like their good weed.
The bad men come out now,
They pay frequent visits
Their facade is a lie they don’t care to live.
What about us??
We strive to find a care.
Someone who would tell us we aren’t burdens to bear.
Someone who wouldn’t care about the Orphan label we share.

Look out for the bad men till then, love.

-Sabah Batul