Caught

Caught somewhere in the middle,

Roughly treated like a sinner,

For the mistakes of an entire body,

Crammed down to an ingrained society.

For them treating you like a leper,

And they will never treat you better,

Just because of a woman's heart,

Never knowing it would fall apart.

For what it's worth you are more,

Regretting it still as I walk out the door,

Yes, flawed and ruined nonetheless,

To us our lives would have been perfect bliss.

I'm sorry for the way we turned out,

Your head was spinning round about,

Love cannot love under such disdain,

Of the way you are shackled in chains.

My life is my own I promise you that,

But to you and I seemingly mistreat,

We weren't an exception we are scarred,

And I'm so sorry it had to be this hard.