What They See
What do they see?
They don’t see me for my heart for they believe it to be irrelevant to do so
I am like a shadow that crosses the dark path
I am pain in their wound
I am the eclipse of the sun
They don’t know me, they know me for what they hear
I scream for a voice, no one hears
I scream in pain, no one aided
I scream to be heard, no one listened
They say I am different, I reply ‘true, for everyone is’
I am no different from you, I have a life
I am no different from you, I also have a dream
I am no different from you, all humans are unique
Don’t listen to what they say, come see the truth, everyone is unique
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