Angel.

That is what I am.

An angel touched

By sadness and pain.

But still an angel.

Beaten, hateful stares, verbal abuse....

Weariness of the soul.

A soul that is strong by nature

But is slowly being beaten down

But I'm still an angel.

An angel with broken wings,

and trying to be accepted

Among these hateful demons.

Angel.

That is what I am,

and always will be.