Touched... By The Devil Poem by Lynn samantha

Its only fun when its not you, being made fun of
being abused. The words hurt more then the pain.
My heart has been torn just being around here.
I'v been taken from my life and thrown into another.
I'm not ment here. I'm not sopose to be here
My school, My friends, Even my family.
There not mine.
I'v got no one to run to..
nowhere to hide
i'm trapped.
i'm lost
can't escape
trying to get it threw my head..
Its a little to late
for my life
for my time
i'm not ment here
its not my mind
let me live.. the way i want
let me dream the way i feel
my heart knows what i want
My mind doesn't really deal
touched.. i feel touched
i'm happy i should be happy.
I'm not on the streets, i'm not starving
I don't cut
I dont bleed
why do i feel like this?
why am i not blessed
i am touched.
thats why my feelings are so vein
I'm touched by the devil dispised by my pain