*I have written this poem to describe how I feel people would react, if I told them my secret.. PM me to know*
Why do you stare?
You don't even care.
Why am I strange?
You want me to change?
I stand before you,
Radiate anew.
I may not be whole,
But that's not my goal.
How am I odd?
Not like you are god.
How am I seen,
If I'm so unclean?
