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May 2016
People don't see that it's a real disease,
Acting like it's all a breeze,
Telling me what I can and can't see,
Saying the fear isn't real,
And that I technically shouldn't be able to feel,
Its like reading a sign that says it's left but pointing right,
I know that I'm alright,
See i may have a problem but it's not me,
It's all the people that can't see,
That normal is a factor of weird but if you aren't the right amount your considered a queer?
It's not about the categories of A,B, and C,
But it's about understanding me.
For the people,
That have a mental disease, and for the people who undertand what that means.
Mayela
Written by
Mayela  California
(California)   
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   Michael L and Silverflame
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