Almost every day I wear a hoodie.
To hide a part of me that I can’t escape.
It shrouds my difference from the world.
So that I can seem normal.
So I can fit in.
So that nobody can pick on me about it.
But they still do anyway.
Because that’s what they do.
Make fun of others to make themselves feel better even though they have their own problems.
That is why I wear a hoodie every day.
To hide from the mean comments and curses that people sent my way.
I am speechless.
All the bullshitting and lies
from our government.
OUR government.
They say that they are protecting us.
That's not what I see,
"Don't believe your eyes."
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
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