Black, White, Yellow, Red
Colors of how we are
The darker the shade
The deeper the hole
Living day to day
Struggling to get by
Life holds us by the chains
In the hardest of hours
We fight to find a light
To those who can't bear sound
Just to rely on eyesight alone
For the ones stricken by a sixth sense
At the cost of being in the dark
Or alienated by society
Like a bunch of stranded castaways
Introverts, Outcasts, Loners
Nerds, Geeks, Freaks, and all
Anger management to the bipolar
Or psychology for thy wicked
All these traits we often have in many
Thus called characteristics

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Just a quick look at various qualities that make us special people