Do they not see,
The pain that lies within me?

Do they not care,
That I have a blank stare?

When will I be logical?
When will I be typical?

Only time can tell the fate,
Of a girl who was few seconds too late.

Too late to be normal,
Too late to ramble on my own path.

They treat me like a trinket,
Like I’m just a doll in a basket.

Well I’m not that,
I am human

Some pretty deep stuff....interested in reading more!

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