The support of strangers
Gone.
The assurance of acceptance
Gone.
I do not fit
In the bright colorful world
Others inhabit.
My rainbow hues are muted
My melody subtle.
Different enough for all sides
To realize I am different
That I do not blend fully
Into my surroundings
So I try not to shine
So differently.
My camouflage, breeched
The assumption of anonymity
Gone.
The safety of solitude
Gone.
About the Creator
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