I Am

I am just being me
I ask myself if people actually know me
I hear the whispers
I see the stares
I want it all to stop
I am invisible.

I imagine my own little world
I feel the grass beneath my feet
I touch the cotton candy like clouds with my fingers
I worry about people finding my place
I cry about the little things I think about
I am and try to be in my own little world.

I understand what I am here for.
I say what I want to say now
I dream of unthinkable dreams
I try to accomplish them
I have hopes of becoming a published author
I am just being me.

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