Sorrow Pain
It hurts when others tease me
And others call me names.
I am myself
Why can’t others make no blames?
It’s not my fault
That sometimes I’m not happy.
It’s the fault of all of them
Who used to bully me.
It’s in my blood to stick out
and be different.
But, no, today there
Can’t be any difference.
Has no one
Ever heard
Of such called inner beauty?
Maybe they need to hear that word.
It hurts
When I’m teased for being unlike others
I call it sorrow pain,
But no one ever wonders.
Copyright © Sofia Bollinger | Year Posted 2017
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