Sore

The sun no longer shines anymore
Maybe because I can't see it right
Or maybe the nimbus inverses the light

Have I lost interest in life?
My honest answer to this, perhaps
I quit living

Being called an imbecile hurts me to my core
Being belittled the whole life, I wonder, how sore

My mess, did I exaggerated? Perhaps
My sadness, did I understated? Perhaps

I'm caged by the perceptions surrounding me
Everyone hates me
I'm incarcerated
If only I can go to a time I'm accepted
Or a place, a society, a country that's delighted
With my presence

My mind hurts so much from ignorance
"Open up your mind!" Said the general kind
As if I'll tolerate to be existing within their mind

How am I different, you ask?
It's simple, I don't live behind a mask

How does it feel to live as an original?
It's tough
I can only expand my mind
But not my kind