I am a kid at some institution

For kids who are in dire need of help like me

Who are lost, crazed, and act out of sin

We are seen as the jerks, the worst of them all

We are used, abused, treated like shit

So often, it is hard to recall

I sit in my small room

Just sitting there, wondering why am I here?

To endure such hardships, to feel such gloom

I sit there, as I held my stuffed bear

With a massive frown on my face

I cried, looking down at how unfair

It is for us to be hurt

Without getting to know

Who we are, and instead treat us like dirt

I have to get my daytime clothes and kicks out

It is time for lunch and I cannot miss it

A few guards walked with me to the same route

As I walked a guard said “scum without a doubt”