People say I am sick;
I like the way I am.
Everyone else needs to change,
Change their point of view,
Perhaps even their life.
To what they've always wanted.
If I am what they call sick;
So be it,
Will stay the same;
Forever.
Hurting myself,
Even if I die.
Unlike most,
I accepted myself long ago.
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