4Left Behind.
We were the ones left behind,
struggling to keep up,
only to keep falling on our way,
We were the ones called names,
and made fun of by children,
by teenagers,
for God's sake even adults sneered at us.
Retards. Broken.
Just another token.
Stupid. Hated.
Just another mistake created.
Idiot. Slow.
Just another load that should've been swallowed.
We grew up with these words everywhere,
we carved them into our brains,
and told ourselves we'd never be good enough,
not for them,
not for anyone.
We had SPECIAL ED written on our foreheads,
and we could never wipe it away,
we could pretend to fit in,
but we knew we were different,
and they did too.
Retards. Broken.
"I'm just joking!"
Stupid. Hated.
"Were your parents related?"
Idiot. Slow.
"Do you understand me, though?"
We were different,
and no one told us it was okay
because it was a failed grade,
and a panic attack,
because we slowed them down,
and were too big of a distraction,
because we couldn't handle ourselves
and never knew what was happening.
We were the ones left behind,
and thrown into small rooms,
exiled from existence.