Unique, Part 1

I used to walk around
with my head hanging low,
my eyes popping out the sockets,
and my mouth scraping the ground,
all because I was
feeling sorry for myself.

I’d feel the tears soaking my shoes,
sometimes I could hardly
move a step further,
wondering if I’d ever
be accepted for who I am.

I was that
quiet, shy, and reserved
type of person…
not too many people understood
my unique personality.