19 May 2012
The man looked at me, As if I was dirt. That look of disdain, Was what really hurt.
I was trying so hard, Just to be left alone. To just be myself, Not A typical clone.
'I am me!' I, muttered, To myself as he passed. Wondering if this day, Would indeed be my last.
Work in progress ..............
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