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You Matter

Why do I feel this way? I suffer so, yet no one knows.

Help me.

But they see. And they ignore. Or brush it off as simple banter

Should I open the door? Can you hear now? See now?

I defend myself every day, and I don't know how to deal with it anymore.

It doesn't leave behind obvious marks, but that is why I fly high.

Higher than most others.

Separated only by our differences.

But not because I'm in heaven, but because I understand.

We are the cause of our pain and suffering

Not only to ourselves but to others.

However, I never forget, no matter the severity, I matter.

And that's all that matters.