by Buka
(grahamstown)
They speak loudly,
as if I don't exist.
They stare at me and at the way I do things.
They think I dress weirdly.
They don't even want to be near me.
I sometimes wonder whether I exist in this world.
I sometimes feel better within these walls.
They guide and protect me.
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