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My world is always filled with horror.

My own type of horror,

I am my own torturer.

I talk, but no one listens.

People treat me as if I'm a freak,

always keeping their distance.

I give my ideas, but they're never considered.

This mind of mine,

always in a constant blurry blizzard.

Usually, I'm always afraid to speak my mind.

Opening my mouth is..

just a waste of time.

The misfit.

I'm just a shadow.

Always being walked over.

like a meadow.