Real People Are Different
I know critics are mean, but the world needs different. We are different. Don’t stop being you
By TheAlivePoetessPublished 2 days ago • 1 min read
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Tried walking as an average person
A small number of eyes bleed into my skin
My heart has exploded from the critics
My Stomach has vanished
My vessel has burned
Buried in judgment
When alone
The flood becomes seen
Everyone wanted me to be perfect
Everyone wanted me to be like others
Today
I still have that fear of disapproval
That burn in the vessel is so real
And the critics
Well
They are everywhere
Most of them will still try to destroy me
But
I am not alive to fit in
I'm alive to be different
No one would understand my soul
But those who are different
Those who understand the pain
Those are real people
We understand
Because we are different
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