I am ME

They look at me.                                                                                                                                       Judging me .                                                                                                                                             Never talking to me.                                                                                                                            Walking past me.                                                                                                                                    Whispering about me.                                                                                                                 Wondering about me.                                                                                                                         Staring harder and harder.                                                                                                                                                Never a smile. Never a glance.                                                                                                             Stares coming from everyone.                                                                                                                                                  No one talks. No one listens. No one cares but everyone stares.                                                     When I speak the room is silent but I still get no response.                                                                  Am I not good enough to be noticed. Am I not apart of the human race?                                          What makes me so different? I breathe just like you. I eat just like you. I feel, I talk, I listen, I wonder all just like you do.                                                                                                                                     But I am isolated.                                                                                                                                  My voice is muted. My opinion does not matter.                                                                                Because I am different. Because I have not conformed to society's materialistic and over egotistic values. Because I follow the path no one has traveled.                                                                           They want to know.... they want to experience but they are scared.                                                      They are afraid of different. They are repellent to change.                                                                        I am abnormal.                                                                                                                                          I am the green sky that refused to be blue.                                                                                            I am the rose that grew in the snow.                                                                                                    I am the beat with no drum.     I am the child who wears black because it's my favorite color. I am the kid with aspergers. I am the kid who loves videogames more than people. I am the quiet kid. I am the loud kid. I am the short kid. I am the tall kid. I am the skinny kid. I am the fat kid. I am the kid who like the same gender. I am who reads books for fun. And most importantly I am ME and I was meant To Be Heard.

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