Growing Up
by Abby Hungate
November 3, 2009

Call me a name, or kick me in the shins.
If it’s verbal or not       
doesn’t matter
my spirit will bruise or even scar
faster than you could imagine.
Am I happy?
Do people even know what’s happening to me?
I can’t feel like myself
unless I’m alone.
Why do I feel like I’m different?
Like I’m the only one of its kind.
What happened?
Where am I?
I’m stuck in a mile of black spiders
 

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