Defected
What is so different about me?
I look, walk, and talk like the others
Yet you pay me no attention, as if I’m different
Why can’t I be treated like others, when all I want is the touch of another?
You’re smile is the light of my life
But I’m tired of playing the games
So tell me, once and tell me twice
Why do I feel defected to your eyes?

Tell me what you think?