Not Different From You
I am a person.
I am not different from you.
Yet,
You look at me like I’m garbage.
I’m not.
Why does this have to happen to me?
Why doesn’t anyone look at me?
Am I that ugly?
Horrible?
I want to change,
Believe me I do.
But I need help,
I need your help.
Can’t you help me out?
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