It's something I've learned to live with
and not worry about so much
oh I know why they do it
my tics, gyrations and such
it embarrasses me to say the least
when I blurt and curse and swear
and flail about and turn my head
and wrap and pull my hair.
But people see right thru me
instead of who I am
they see a freak...an oddity
someone they could not stand
to be around or get to know
and maybe be a friend
or just say 'hi' or 'how's your day? '
something to help me blend.
I struggle with society
and all its' imperfections
its' attitudes and bias
and wrongful cruel oppression
I know I'm not the only one
the hurt I have to share
when they laugh or point and turn away
and sometimes people stare.
maggie signaigo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-sometimes-people-stare/
