I want to be Me

Don't we all sometimes stick out?
Don't we all desire to shout?

I don't have the greatest way with words on my own,
But I fight against help, for I don't want words on loan.

I want to speak as I feel, to be accepted for me,
Though I don't know how to reach out, so they all let me be.

I want to feel, and I do try rather hard,
But this sickness in me has left me rather scarred.

This nasty wound that refuses to heal,
So instead I walk on, searching for a new deal.

The End

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