What should I call this poem? rate it 2 plz.

[Iceman..]

I'm sick of living in the same dull and abusive place,
Going everywhere with the same forgotten and deppressed face.
I'm tired of the suspects of abuse thinking they're victorious.
I know we victims just want to feel glourious.
All this time we've had our backs up against the wall.
We just want to be able to touch it all.
It's like everything we do, we end up getting rejected.
Until we think we'll never get respected.
Just don't worry,
When we tell our story,
People don't know where we're coming from.
It might be true that "our time will come".
We're not done until we die,
So I'm living while my eyes are wide.
Please don't lose your composure,
Even though it feels you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.
I know some of you want to use caution,
Because out there you feel like a martian.
Just stand your ground,
No matter how far you feel down.
We all have our bad parts,
Just shinethrough them with your strong hearts.

[STAYING_STRONG4HIM]

I think this would make a very good song Aaron.... Title...hmmm...Staying strong??

[Requin]

Well it doesn't really belong here. Moving to..somewhere.

[ErykaInspire.]

I love this very much!! It's excellent!
I think you should call it StrongHearts
or something
I dunno, dear.
But I defiitely think it belongs here, Requin. It's the Open Book and this is his poem.

[Rogue27]

That was an amazing poem. Call it something bold. Idk mabey a word from the poem like the weight on my shoulders or respect.