They say im not good enough to be here.
They say im a freak thats not allowed near.
Always making fun of what I wear.
I start to cry but what do they care.
Killing pain thats endlees.
Making me fell like a mess.
No one's perfect.
What do they expect.
I have always been the prey.
Me hurting is there way.
I hope one day they realize.
Were all equal in god eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem