I am six with a look of sixty,
I am old when I should be a baby,
I am clean but I feel filthy,
I am soft yet my skin is scaly,
I am a beauty but you call me scary.

No one wants to play with me,
No one wants me on their team,
No one sees the pains I hide,
No one knows about my fights.

I am the audity of nature,
I am that minute exception,
For the news I stop for pictures,
I refuse to be seen as a distraction.

I am super,
I am unique,
I am different,
The only version of me,
With all of my flaws,
I Love ALL of me.

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This poem is dedicated to every child and person who has ever been mocked for being different. Kindly like, comment and share to your contacts. Thank you.