Outcast
I hear the whispers
See the stares
Am I different?
No longer there
I close my eyes
Disappear
Why am I still here?
They laugh and point
I cover my ears
But I still hear them clear
I wanted to die
Run and hide
But giving up wasn't enough
I had to fight embrace the light
A survival through day and night
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