What hurts the most
Why the sadness
Why the Shame
God views us all
Just the same
But where I struggle
Is not the norm
It’s slightly different
Where I’m torn
We all fall short
We all get mad
But how I bleed
A different bad
It’s unaccepted
And unexplained
It’s not text book
My flaws of brain
People gossip
Skeptics crowd
This kind of different
Is not allowed
What hurts the most
I couldn’t say
To be shut out
Or feel this way
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2024
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