Alone But Never Lonely

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.