you're Not like the others

Everybody writes about
soft touches, and Gentle laughter
being nice and never Hurting a soul

but that's not You.
you Carve marks into my skin
and when you laugh, really Laugh
it isn't gentle its loud and Fun.

you're not Scared to say what bothers you
not scared to hurt if they hurt You.

but when we talk a Serious talk
I'm not scared, or anxious, or mad
i feel safe, acknowledged and Loved.

you're Not like the others, you're you
and to be honest, i Love you.


L

Once upon a time there was a group of birds
They had traditions and very strict rules
They all lived in a tree and never left it
Because if one flew away, they would be seen as a freak

There was one little bird
At first he seemed to be like the others
But in reality, he had a dream
He wanted to escape the tree

He told his mommy about it but she scolded him,
Saying he should stay here as this is as it's supposed to be.
The little bird got sad but had to obey the rules
Over time he got older

The other birds liked him a lot
But one day he declared that he's leaving and no one can stop him.
In that moment, the birds forgot about his good qualities, talents
And started hating him

The little bird started to get bullied
Mocked
He just wanted to dissapear
He regretted his words

Months passed and it was time,
The day he was supposed to fly away
But the little bird wasn't there to experience his new found freedom
The other birds pushed him over the edge way too soon.

Once upon a time there was a mouse
It was a very smart mouse, yet forced to hide it
As it was seen as something unusual
Which was very bad in the mouse community
Because in this comunity, there were also cats
Some of the cats were nice
But some hurt the mouses
Unable to speak up, they endured the pain since the dawn of time
But a few young mouses decided to make a change
They made a costume of a cat
The cats believed them and befriended them
The mouses in disguise had to say bad things about the other mouses
Because they would get in trouble otherwise
Days, weeks, maybe even months passed and the mouses made a
Decision.
They showed who they truly are to the cats
Thinking they could trust them, because they were close
They couldnt be more wrong
And the young mouses died in the hands of their "friends"
Because they were different.

I looked at the "
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                                     and then back at
                                                               us,
                                                                    but I could see
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                                                                                                difference.

Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.

I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.

I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.

Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.

.
.
.

Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.

It never occurred to me
That is was a door–
Not a wall
At all.
It’s something I can’t unsee:
The door’s not a wall anymore.
Though physically,
This can be;
Why can’t my life be full of doors
Instead of dead ends on every floor?