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Be Different
I spent my youth not speaking. If I spoke, it was in a whisper. I didn’t have a lot to say. I was busy watching the world around me. I would notice how others would speak to each other. I took note to tones. I was not normal by many people’s expectations, but I was me. I was made fun of a lot. The girl who didn’t talk. Huh? What was that? So funny to so many, except for me. My face would go bright red. The tears were in my eyes. I didn’t fit in. I didn’t belong. I had so so much to say, but I was scared to say it anyway. I wanted to right others’ wrongs. I wanted to calm the anxiety of others. I wanted to be an ear to listen, arms to hold. But my heart wasn’t something I understood at all young age, and by the time I did understand, so many had taken advantage of my kindness. I was never meant to fit in. Because my heart was never the same. I couldn’t hurt people. I couldn’t gossip. I could t engage in things that made me feel bad. I wanted to help. I wanted to heal. I wanted to fix so much. Crucify me for who I was. Destroy me for who I am. I will never change. I wasn’t meant to fit in. I was created to be different.
~Mac
Mindy’s Musings 