I hate being seen.
My eyes aren’t meant for other eyeballs to look at mine,
my ears aren’t meant to hear all the
murmuring slurs throughout
the town and the talks about my family,
my tongue despises
the taste of fresh air,
my skin crawls at the touch of
skin that doesn\'t like mine.
I am judged because I look lighter than my what I\'m supposed to be,
but the ones that are like me don’t
because they don’t judge the color
of my eyes they don’t hate or judge
the ways my finger
twitch
and
trembles
at the sight of
people
because while I don’t really feel a way
towards someone’s opinions
their talk
and the fact that they have
the thoughts of spitting
those letters out of their mouth about someone is just
terrible.
But even worse,
it’s
lonely.