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Different
Aisling, Age 15, Vancouver, BC

I feel so alone,
Why am I always the different one?
The others don't know.
They look at me pitying,
No clue what I'm going through.
They don't have my demons.
I can feel their eyes roll when I speak,
Their tongues piercing the air with angry words,
Stinging my ears,
Burning my cheeks,
I am saved by the bell.
I cry after school.
Tears rolling down my shameful face,
And to the Good Lord I pray,
That I will be normal,
Come the next day.

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