elaine geneston - Difference

There is a part of me
That feels I am different from everyone else.
Something that I can’t quite see,
Something that I can’t quite feel,
Something so unreal.
But this ‘thing’ is always there,
This ‘thing’ with others, I will never share.
So I push it to the back of my mind,
All the thoughts of boys and clothes
And make-up, it is hiding behind.
Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,
It comes back with such ferocity,
Angry and unforgiving.
I feel so lost and sad,
Whatever caused this feeling
Must have been so horrible and bad.
A lost memory or something else,
I’ll never know,
Whatever it is,
I know for sure,
I can never let this feeling show.

elaine geneston

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