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Rachel Fiorito, Staff Writer

I’m in pain.
My mind hurts.
I’m tired,
Not physically,
But mentally.
People.
Friends.
Family.
The opinions,
They hurt me.
I fear the unacceptance
Of my family.
I fear the loss
Of my friends.
I want to fit in
With the people.
Love.
It kills.
You,
You know who you are.
You kill me.
I love you.
You don’t see it.
You don’t care about it.
I’m not super pretty,
Tall,
Smart.
But I am,
Confident,
Caring,
Loving.
I’m brought down.
By people.
By you,
And you,
And you.
By me.
My mind.
I will fight.
I can bring
Myself up.
Look to the sky,
And see
The bright blue
And smile.
Just smile.