What am I without pain?
Without discrimination, without hardship?
Yet without the talent, the ability
For riches, fame, love-
Who exactly am I-
a person tuck in the middle
Feeling like a nonentity
not a celebrity-
It is us who suffer the most
We do not have the PITY for suffering
We do not have the GLORY for the talent-
It is now that you wish for the suffering
the pain of nonacceptance
the looks of hatred-
they would be more than the lack of anything anyone
feels about you-
That suffering is worth the acknowledge-
worth the pity-
and yet a whisper wishes against your hopes-
for you cannot survive any of the hatred-
and you are left with you
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