I-want-to-be-a-poet - Heather

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sometimes i feel like a flower searching for sunlight in the soil.
i always feel so out of place i know its a classic teenage trope but i feel misunderstood i never seem to belong not even with my own flesh and blood. i do not know what is wrong with me although everyone else seems to know there is a fundamental difference that i cannot fix. sometimes i will come across someone just like me we spot one another and keep each other afloat perhaps we are the only ones that can the trouble is when they try to conform like the rest that is how they lose me for i cannot be like them and i know that others see it too. they know that i am different that there is something irreparably wrong.
people always think that i am faking it
something i had never considered
yet they seem to claim it regardless
i have thought of telling them otherwise
but they would never believe me.
how could you possibly
be so blind
to what you have done
to me?
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how could i possibly
be so blond
to what you have done
for me?
