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Hate.
That's what they feel for me
everyday.
The dirty looks
exposed rumours,
the whispering, the
laughing,
pointing and giggling,
discrimination.
Looking
disgusted
with my hair
and my clothes
and my nails
because I'm
different,
not the same as
everybody else.
Not a clone, or
obsessive
over
love
and aspects of life that don't
matter.

Wondering why I
won't spill my
secrets,
who I love
what I love.
They never know how
much it
hurts
when no-one
wishes
to know your
name.

When they dislike you,
just because their
' friends'
think it's cool to
loathe
others, to
bully,
tease
and bring
pain
and
suffering.
They have it
set
in their
'perfect'
little minds
that because I'm
odd,
There's no chance I
could be
talented,
impossible that
I could be
beautiful
inside,
that I could
be a
true friend.

Because
of course,
since I'm not
a
pop-loving,
mainstream
freak,
I'm never
going to be
accepted.