I feel incomplete, because I am different,
Society's standards, leave me feeling indifferent.
Anger coursing, through me day and night.
Why must I be judged, by the way I appear?
The hate they spew, is something I fear.
I am more than, just what meets the eye,
They refuse to see it, and that's why I cry.
I won't back down,
Anger fueling, my unrelenting love.
Love for myself, and for the all,
Who feel incomplete, because they're different after all.
©number14
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