They laugh at my stuttered talk,
Giggle at my awkward walk
Those piercing gazes they sent my way,
The ones that made me feel like their prey
Almost always, I cry myself to sleep,
Wondering if those words were supposed to hurt that deep
Yes I'm a sinner, a crack in the mirror,
A painted canvas with an error;
A perfect example of imperfection
I try to put on a smile and stride, oh the heavens would know,
The times I'd try to give up on accepting life's flow
I wonder if there'd be a teardrop falling on my grave,
I'd wish to see the faces who say "she was brave"
I sometimes wish for death as I watch the soil in which the raindrops seep,
But how could I dare to throw something others struggle to keep?
dear me, I beg you to listen
Your soul exists in a world, needless to fit in
You're unique with that sculpted face,
A true work of beauty and grace
It might take a thousand miles to realise,
You're destined to a different journey of life.
YOU ARE READING
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