Not My Fault

My Life was casual
Like you as usual.
But...But...
When the heat inside me increased,
I was diseased.
Yes...I was injured
Not by the weapons but by the words and hatred.
It was not a bliss.
But an explicit cuss.
Now I'm being ignored.
Cornered with despair.
Filled with tear.
Unheeded, sequestered and unloved
By whom???...
To those who are beloved.
I'm being chased ..
And scorned...
Whose fault is this???
Neither mine nor yours
......
I love to be called as Chris ,
But all call me Charles,
......
......
Yes...I'm grouped under a gender
Called "The TRANSGENDER".

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Hlo all..
Hope u have got the bird side view of the pain and life of those with whom we are indifferent.
(The facts here are derived from various real life incidents)
:-)

This is my very first poem . I wanted to make it special.
That is why I chose to write on this .
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