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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