Confusion
I have a scar,
It had deepened and went too far,
I tried to stop this pain I had inside me,
Wouldn't work.... Kind of stung me like a bee,
People have said that I had been different,
I want to be treated indifferent,
I don't feel like a normal person,
My scars and sorrow has worsened,
I wish to live the same air,
But I honestly cannot bare,
Because I am treated different.
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