What I can't accept

I pull at my hair And scratch at my skin You ask me why I don't even know where to begin The curls in my hair are all wrong The colour orange just doesn’t belong My skin looks all weird colours and mottled The feelings inside I keep up and bottled There is no reason for my depression I find it hard to show my expression I escape into the word of fiction I stay so long it becomes an addiction Being who I am doesn’t conform To what others consider the social norm People who know my sexuality See me as an abnormality I get terrified when in a crowd Everyone just always seems so loud I cling to people like a leach My voice is weak without freedom of speech I wish I could be normal But that would just abnormal I wish I could learn to accept But in that I am so inept

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