The little freak poem.

The silence of the night

Reminds me of the deep thoughts running through my head

The betrayal,

The laughter,

The hate,

I am a joke to everyone.

Tears welled up in my eyes as fast as I could say FREAK!

People are afraid of me,

I’m chained up like a dog.

I wish I was dead,

Why was I born this way?

     By Lowan Woolford.

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