they dont know
they dont know
that i stay up at night
dreaming of who i could be
what i could do
what i could make and own
they dont know
that i try to picture my mother
the small details i can remember
trying my hardest
to remember something good
they dont know
that i try so hard to fit in and be accepted
but my only friend is the teacher
they do know
that im an outcast
thhe runt
the leftover
mushy
blueberry
they do know
that i spend all my time
reading a book
doing extra credit
they do know
that i wear jeans and tshirts
instead of crop tops and shorts
they do know
that im different
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