Cosplaying; My Way of Life

Its almost magical.

This thing called cosplay.

Dressing up.

Putting on a wig.

Doing the make-up.

Having a photoshoot.

Its my way of expression,

To be someone else,

To look like a character

And act out a scene.

No matter the height.

No matter the weight.

No matter the gender.

No matter the pigmentation.

Its my way of expression.

Just for an hour or even a day.

The way it makes me feel.

I'm free.

I'm happy.

I'm having FUN.

I get stares,

And sometimes glares.

I've been called a freak.

A loser.

And a geek.

Just because I look a bit different.

Cosplay is for everyone who wants to indulge.

Its my way of expression.

And nothing can stop me from feeling this way.

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