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ACIC Apr 2021
The world is Dark, Through my eyes
People are Liars, Telling their lies
Friends are Fake, No one is real
Everyone’s a Thief, Getting ready to steal

True Companionship, Through my eyes
Is like a Diamond, A treasured prize
People Look, They laugh a lot
My face a Tomato, Hands sweaty and hot

Giggling is Loud, Through my ears
Behind me Whispers, Black mirroring tears
I Tremble, Inside so silly and weak
To everyone Outside, I’m just some freak

Everyone Else, Through my ears
Are the physical image of all my fears
Their talking is Loud, Secrets silent
Inside Demons, Lethal and violent

The weight of the World, On my back
Makes the World seem so pitch black
The grades on my tests are always the worst
I feel so Ashamed, I’m about to burst

The pure tense Pressure, On my back
Feels like I’ll soon have a panic attack
Too many People, My heart starts to race
I need to find my own Safe, Personal space

I know that I’m Different, But so are you
We all have days when we are feeling blue
Issues are Common, They’re really nothing new
So if you help Me, Then we’ll both get through
All of our poems are about very real topics: eating disorders, anxiety, loneliness, animal abuse and much more
ACIC Jun 2020
These stereotypes just don’t get me,
I want to spread my wings and fly free
I want to be a bird and sing my own song
Am I wrong?

Sitting alone is my every day
I wish all these weird feelings would go away
I don’t feel like I truly belong
Am I wrong?

Lessons that have to be learnt
There is always something you wish you weren't
I’ve been told I’m different all along
Am I  wrong?

Being straight needs to be my foundation
I think I am a disgrace to the whole nation
The list of my faults is way too long
Am I wrong?

Having friends isn’t easy
Sometimes I feel a little queasy
I feel like I have to bite my tongue
Am I wrong?

No I’m not wrong
But I don’t want to fit in or tag along
No, I’m not right
And I shouldn't have the need to fight

I am not right and yet I’m not wrong
There is always a place for me to belong
I only want to be free
I only want to be me

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