I always feel singled out of the crowd.
I wonder why they chose me.
I wonder why they don’t pick on anyone else when I am around.
I wonder why they pick on me when I have to deal with having hearing loss.
I wonder why I have to deal with it on top of everything else I already have to deal with hearing loss.
So I want to ask them
Why do you pick on me when I am around?
Why do you make my day harder for your pleasure?
Why Me?!
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?
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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