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When I tell you I'm different,
I don't want your pity.
When I tell you my feelings,
I promise, it won't be pretty.

But you're surprised anyway,
or you don't even care.
Yes, I know.
Believe me, I've been there.

When I tell you I'm different
please, at least, react.
I know you don't want to be friends anymore,
your face only shows fact.

When I tell you my feelings.
It's okay,
I won't fall apart.
I'm just sending out emotion,
straight from my heart.

So you're still in shock,
or you don't even care.
Please don't go away,
believe me,
I've been there
This is my entry for the theme in the Touched With Fire group. The theme was "Stigma".
I hope I covered it well, not sure I understood the definition very well... :/
Syrvive Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2011   Digital Artist
The first stanza is so much like how I am...

The poem is very nice.
I love how it's written.
ZoeiGirl Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2011  Student Photographer
Thank You!
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