Why does being me prove so problematic to you?
How does my embracing my happiness cause you such grief?
Why do you hate my existence?
Would destroying me and the ones like me prove to be your happiness?
As I walk my path, I am always cautious
As I listen, I am made careful of my speech
Each day I guard my privacy with all that is me.......
To exist today I have to be me and live while looking at each step beside me....
It's a scary existence but I need to live it for my own sanity..................................
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