Almost Normal
This broken spectrum.
Favors the normals.
Those that speak.
But are still ignored.
And I feel guilt.
For trying to leave the spectrum.
That I thought was not serving hope.
The only purpose being…
To send me underground.
In this place where all of us beautiful flowers.
Are too embarrassed to bloom.
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