What I Get For Being Me

August 23, 2010
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People touch me with their eyes
And hit me with their words
When I walk in a room
The silence burns
Yet their whispers are truthful lies
And all of them see right through my disguise
I can’t run, I can’t hide
They take my wisdom and squash my pride
Words are worse than stick and stones,
They don’t hit you in your bones, they hit you in your heart.

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