Outsider

Those fierce eyes-
I don’t understand.
Why are they staring at me like that?
Do I look different?
Those forced smiles-
They’re making me sick.
Is there anything wrong?
Am I bad?
That strange laughter-
They’re frightening me.
What do I have in my hands?
Am I horrible?
Those mad voices-
They’re tearing me apart.
Why are they avoiding me?
I just want to be accepted.
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