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Don’t look at me
This twist of fate
A twist of face
Is what it is
Don’t stare
The mothers say
Usher their children
Through the door
To a normal life
Outside
There is sun
Warmth
Love
Acceptance
Individuality
Inside
There are whispers
Furtive glances
Murmured questions
Muffled laughter
Conformity in features
Outside
I am not welcome
I wear my mask
Wield my sword
Of silent indifference
Inside
I sit behind
A desk
My shield
And answer telephones