My name is just a word,
my Face is forgotten.
I’m just a person that
is hated.
I go to school no one cares
no one waves, and no one
smiles.
But they stand tall
gigging and laughing
at something that is
just not right.
I am a person no different
than you, I know we don’t
look the same but
I have feeling too.
Some days I feel like
crying
But I no that won’t
change a thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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