You don't get to
You don't get to
look at me like
I might just
Take out some
Weapon and
Hurt you because
I'm ill
I have been hurt
broken
beaten
and you don't get to make me feel like I am some sort of bad guy
Depression
Panic
Anxiety
PTSD
OCD
Bipolar disorder
Personality disorder
they don't define me anymore then
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
pale skin
for those will you tell me I am a beast?
I am a horrible waste? Am I less of a person because I like my combat boot more than my running shoes?
Damnit I am not a freak!!
I am not some thing meant to be stared at in the steets!!
I am I bloody person
and soon if you keep this up I will be defeated
if you are going to make me a spectical
I will have to become one
the pain you inflict,it will show
so if you are going to do it
don't be shocked of the outcome
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