Is this what it feels like?
To not be considered human?
To be some invalid,
Invisible thing
That almost nobody wants?
Is this what it feels like?
To be rejected and turned away?
Because you’re not good enough?
To be scorned,
Mocked,
And ridiculed
Because they don’t see
That the monster isn’t you,
But the man calling the shots?
Is this what it feels like?
To be so hated and reviled?
Because they listened,
Not to me,
But to the words of one man?
Is this what it feels like?
Floating in orbit?
Just trying to survive the day,
Because your mental health
Already sucked
But now everyone’s making it worse?
Is this what it feels like?
To be so powerless?
To the point where you
Get angry at every little thing?
Is this what it feels like?
Because it feels lonely.
Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.
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