I don’t play
like the other kids.
I don’t go
where the other kids go.
I don’t want to be
like the other kids.
I don’t want to be normal
like storybook characters.
Taking those pills
only makes me one of them;
one of the other, “normal kids.”
You wanted me to be.
Artificial and perfect.
I want to be me;
I want to be myself.
I don’t want your candy,
I don’t want your pills,
I just want to be me.

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