I stare at the space between us, and wonder why it hurts.

The sheer distance between me and all of you

The physical manifestation of my cold isolation

The single undeniable fact that we are worlds apart

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I see an artist trying desperately,
You see a failure
I see an someone special and brimming with potential,
You see a freak
I see a person content with what they have,
You see an outcast
I see a stressed mother holding on for her child,
You see a disgrace

I see an a broken heart yearning for love,
You see a wretch
I see myself and smile,
You see me and laugh
and jeer
and mock
and tease

But both of us can see
through your mask and fear.
I hope you can and will see
You’re exactly who you’re meant to be.