These feelings I have are real-
because I've touched them-
Maybe they're not what I'm supposed to feel-
but I've felt them.

They whisper in my ear-
sometimes speaking violence-
I live in constant fear-
and in constant silence

Yet does it matter what they think,
when this is what I feel,
Should I down my pride and blink,
to prove that this is real?

I know these feelings are there-
because I've touched them.
Only I know these feelings are there-
because I've felt them.

So when people laugh,
and when people stare,
it doesnt rip me in half,
because I've learned not to care.
 
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