Abnormal

I do not like that.

The weird place.

The odd shape.

The abnormality. 

I do not like much.

Not what I see.

Not how I see it.

Not much at all.

"But this is okay."

They point out.

But I know the flaw.

I know the problem.

It is not fair.

They do not see what I see. 

They do not feel what I feel.

They will never know why 

I do not like that or 

Why I do not like much

When I look at me. 

 

 

 

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