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Sounds, lights, stares
I don't feel anything
like a deer in the headlights, so they say
this is not where I belong
I never have and
never ever will.
Cliches aside, I'm not joking,
the telltale buzz of 99 voices mixed is more like the laughter of satan than
a sound that brings me joy
or makes me feel comfortable in myself
my skin
alas, there's more
101 sets of eyes are drawn to my scarred limbs
whispers, laughs and pity stares that
I'm all too familiar with.