-CometDust-

The days I wake up

and fall asleep

and move through the world

tired and clumsy,

it is hard to know the truths

of what I am grateful for.

Those days,

I am grateful not for winter,

They call me different because of the way I look, act, learn

But they say it like it's a bad thing

I am different. I am. But I am not embarrassed by it, I am not ashamed.

I am not a person

Who gets lost easily.

I don't adapt.

I force my environment

To adapt to ME.

My personality

Is not malleable.

I am a rock

Crashing into water.

I sink

And sink

I'm chasing that feeling 
I lost so long ago 
The feeling when the sun would set 
And a smile would appear on my face

I'm scared.

I can't believe we're here

Again.

I can't believe this is reality

Again.

Four years

They say.

It's only four years.

But it's four years

Of a living hell for me.

They laugh