We, the obsessed
Who are mocked for our fixation
And who receive joy from trivial things
Which is robbed by maliciousness
And hatefulness
We, the obsessed
Who are deemed odd
And draw in dirty looks by a simple exclamation,
Are thrown into a world of melancholy by cruelness.
Our interests go on devalued
And given little chance to prove their worth.
We, the obsessed
Only ask to be accepted
Then joy can be regained
And suppression of our personalities is unneeded.
We will no longer need to fret.
We, the obsessed
Who try not to agitate,
So don’t oppress us.
Acceptance,
A simple smile,
And we can manage.
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