Different
Same different day, They stare because I don't look the same, another face without a name, I'm betrayed by my appearance the fact I'm rather pale, The tracks that cover my skin give me horns and a pointy tail, I'm covered in spots red and inflamed, the darkness around my eyes makes me appear drained, my clothes are baggy and never clean, The real me isn't visible I'm only what can be seen, its obvious im an addict so people feel the need to stare, without saying a word its amazing how many people i can scare,I'm growing tired of peoples ignorance, loosing my temper is becoming a more regular occurance, Im labeled a trouble maker, a nothing a nuisance, but none of them know me where is there evidence,I'm convicted as a criminal without commiting a crime,imprisoned by fear and hate living is serving time.
Copyright © Danielle Whitford | Year Posted 2024
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