Stigma

Do you need me?
Could you ever?
I wanted to ask you this for the longest time now -
But I cannot bring myself to do so.
Inside me is this fear -
This uncertainty...
Afraid to look into your eyes
For I may no longer find me there.
But I'll understand. Eventually.
Because I know.
I've always known.
That there is something definitely very wrong about me.
People always give up on me -
Nobody hasn't.
Nobody can't.
Not even my mother...
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