Misunderstood - 30 Dec, 2021

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There are some
Who subconsciously nourishes
A different kind of pain
Which is fed by grief
And it matters not
How deep they dig
They will never find relief.

It comes with a mingle
Of feeling and emotions
Which resembles a gamble
That cannot be won
Nor controlled -
Just trying to survive
While holding a blindfold.

It breaks the normal
It makes the strong cry
And changes the weak
Distancing it from the average
To avoid becoming
A target of prejudice
A freak of nature
A creep within society
An inhabitant of a
Faltered and altered
Reality.

It also calls out
It whispers
To the demons
Forcing them to act
To awaken uncontrollable
Desires and fetishes
Which by the time are realized
The chains are so tight
That no god nor prayer could ever
Release -
So what is there to be done?
Accept yourself for who you are
Because everyone already has
A subjective opinion of one another
And the solution is to leave them be
In their self made up misery.

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