Stares That Burns, Glares Turned Into Voices

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Whenever I'm not looking people would stare,
In a way that it burns and I almost couldn't bear;
In slo-mo, their glares turned into voices lingering in the air,
Telling me, 'she's better dead'—'pitiful'— 'she's designed to scare.'

That's when I questioned my very existence,
I tried to reach out but there eyes are full of prejudice;
There's a force that keeps me at a black, vast abyss,
Why was I born? Just to endure all of these?

If life is a color, mine would be gray,
But I am still waiting for that one special day;
Where I'll meet someone who'll bring colors and would say,
"She is different, I love her and I want her to stay."

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