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Aug 2017
A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)

Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration

Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness

Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'

Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)

I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself


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