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Freak! (Pint-Sized Poem #12)

A thought in my mind.
Simple and clean.
But when warped on such short notice,
it becomes something wrong and mean.
Darkness wraps around it and I cannot move.
Cannot do anything,
especially what I am told.
I feel broken.
And I start to shake.
Denying help and understanding.
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .

SNAP!

B. . .rO. . .k. . .E

And then I start to cry.
Because I don't know what to make of myself.
What to make of the things I can do
And the things that I can't.
Can't go to school.
Can't do math.
Can't think.
Can't breathe.

I don't want to break skin.
And so I won't.

I can't do anything.
And I won't fall into the darkness again.
But what else can I do.
Why can't I do normal things?
Why can't I be normal?

Strange.
Weird.
Odd.
Abnormal.

FREAK.
Written by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Published | Edited 15th Sep 2017
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