Hands, Hair, the way I talk and walk
Defining who I am to people who think they know but don't.
Wishing I can be who they think I am
It hurts to have my wishing not be enough.
Only If the people I loved, looked my way then they will become unbound
by the truth that makes them blind.
I shout, I scream, I shatter, I cry, I get mad but I hide it. I hide the things that show my humanity.
Why?...Well because I'm The stereotypical human, the one who doesn't seem to fit in, the one who has to hide their emotions to try to at least get others to see that I am strong.
Dolly patron once said "The way I see it, If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain."
But what about us who have been putting up with the rain for years?? Where is our rainbow? Where is our sunshine???
I know the answer to that...WE DON'T get one. People like me never get it, we never get the rainbow and we never will.
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The Pain she suffers
HorrorA young girl is having an internal fight with her conscious and herself. She gets it into her head that people bully her because of her genetic disorder, albinism. But with her psychopathic tendencies and people crossing her path throughout the day...
