It's something I've learned to live with <br />and not worry about so much <br />oh I know why they do it <br />my tics, gyrations and such <br />it embarrasses me to say the least <br />when I blurt and curse and swear <br />and flail about and turn my head <br />and wrap and pull my hair. <br /> <br />But people see right thru me <br />instead of who I am <br />they see a freak...an oddity <br />someone they could not stand <br />to be around or get to know <br />and maybe be a friend <br />or just say 'hi' or 'how's your day? ' <br />something to help me blend. <br /> <br />I struggle with society <br />and all its' imperfections <br />its' attitudes and bias <br />and wrongful cruel oppression <br />I know I'm not the only one <br />the hurt I have to share <br />when they laugh or point and turn away <br />and sometimes people stare.<br /><br />maggie signaigo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-sometimes-people-stare/
