People wonder why I'm quiet.
I wonder why they're loud.
They think I have nothing to say...
But trust me, I have a LOT to say...
But they never listen.
All they talk about is lies.
I don't want to scare them with the truth.
They're scared of being different.
I'm scared of being the same.
I was born into a big family.
I have a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles
We all live close to each other, same state, same town.
But
What is family?
They call me different because of the way I look, act, learn
But they say it like it's a bad thing
I am different. I am. But I am not embarrassed by it, I am not ashamed.
All I needed was one person to be able to talk to.
My hands would shake during class uncontrollably
Wanting to cry and cry till there is nothing left
But instead
I am alone
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