I Am Not Like Them

I’m quiet.

I don’t talk around them.

I am scared.

What if they don’t like me?

Inside, a flower ready to bloom.

Nobody understands.

I want nothing more,

But to make a friend.

Why do they look at me like that?

I am not the same as them.

I am unique!

I love being me.

Ask anybody

Sweet,

Caring,

Loving,

Silly,

Outgoing,

Smart

That’s me!

They don’t see that.

Looks of disgust.

What is wrong with me?

Too thick?

Too dark?

Why?

Why am I not like them?

Great is what I see,

When I look at me.

One day they will see

Just how great I can be!

I am not like them.

But that’s ok with me.