I am Beautiful
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To talk of it is easily done,
But
To feel it coarse through your vein-
That is a much harder task,
And to the Universe I want to ask:
Why am I so crippled?
Why am I so blind?
I don't remember the first day I saw this portal.
This portal that showed me what the world saw.
The image of me that everyone has an opinion for.
Where is my opinion.
I am not okay.
I never will be.
I am the problem.
No one cares about me.
I am the darkness in a world of light.
I am the cause of so many wrongs and no rights.
I am a walking mistake.
