My Mind Is My Cage

When I go to school on occasion I worry that I will be treated differently because of my hearing.

something completely out of my control.

I fear that a teacher could pick me out of the class because of my differences.

Redwoods standing tall and strong.

sycamores with mushroom-like foliage.

Maple with their sap soon to be syrup.

Willows weeping in the new dawn light.

Cardinals singing on the branches of a oak tree 

Every day 

I feel like I am constantly being watched.

Judged

And looked down upon.

I know that this might not be true 

But I feel the same regardless.

Because that is human nature.