Shameful Stares
As I walk
I feel their stares
Though I don't talk
I know they're there.
I run away from the taunting,
As my eyes pour.
Their insults haunting
Of that, they are sure.
I know they aren't right,
But they get in my head.
Just looking for a light,
Should I ignore them instead?
So I'll hold my head high,
Because I know I'm unique.
No more will I sigh,
Because I am not weak!
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