Do grant me some respite
From the gelid stares, icy rebuttals
Is it printed on my forehead?
Is this my lot in life, I ask them
There is no excuse for this behavior
Yet I am always put in that zone
Where I stand alone and despised
Am I not a part of you?
Am I not a person like you?
Am I finally getting through to you?
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