Whispers in my ear,
Put me in a trance,
Showing me that I'm an open book, full with missing pages.
Everyone has doubted me,
Stealing parts of me every time.
Judging my disability,
Making it seem as if I'm from outer space,
A different species,
A freak.
I am not the one that is wrong,
What is wrong is this world.
It tears us apart with our human nature,
Creating broken people with missing pieces,
This world is a puzzle with it's pieces missing, broken waiting to be found.
Feeling the icy water pulling me down underwater,
I wonder 'will there be more freaks like me,
are we all freaks in the end?'
-diana 🌹
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