Scrapbook poems

There are things one understands and accepts

Things one understands but does not accept

Thing one does not understand

Yet still accepts

And then there are things no one understands

No one accepts

I am one of those things

I am a variant

No one understands me,

No one accepts me.

Few know of me,

but none of my powers.

No one cares

They don't understand

and never will

Not if I can help it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was the self-proclaimed outcast in highschool this was how i felt in the halls

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