Looking at me you wouldn’t know,
why would I tell you.
Do you say it to all of your friends?
If you asked I’d answer with the truth
because it is not a secret.
I am not ashamed,
No, I am proud;
not of it, but me.

Some flaunt it around;
like a giant tree amoung a sea of flowers.
It is not. It is a fact of life.
Not a skill,
an interest,
a flaw,
a talent
or a reason why you should be my friend.

Don’t call it cute or judge me;
then, I will be offended.
It shouldn’t be important.
Is it that important to you?

I may be slightly different,
but treat me the same as we are all different.
Some of us “flawed” may act differently,
I do not agree.
They beg for attention,
being unnatural,
trying to fit a sterotype.

My “flaw” is an unimportant part of me.