<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=437112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember sitting in the corners of shadows.<br>Wishing to be invisible, <br>After making attempts to disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My voice was deep at the age of twelve.<br>And my knees knocked.<br>I was aware I walked pigeon toed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People were quick to critique me then.<br>When they would laugh at me.<br>I laughed right back at them to hide and cry alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grew wiser before I aged.<br>And years it would take for me to learn to forgive.<br>But I did with a doing successfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perceptive, empathetic and sometimes distant.<br>Removed from anguish I knew others felt.<br>Yet today I might sit with periodic embitterness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've learned to use my talents and gifts, <br>To lift me beyond any loneliness that visited.<br>And with slow and painful steps I grew to improve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.<br>And when I self examine to reflect...<br>So happy I am to have held on to my patience, <br>With a giving to others a respect regardless...<br>If little of it was shown to me, <br>When I was growing to bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was made to feel different in my younger years.<br>Hungering then to be accepted.<br>I was made to feel different in my younger years.<br>Hungering then not to be neglected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=437112" data-title="I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="I remember sitting in the corners of shadows. Wishing to be invisible, After making attempts to disappear. I was made to feel different in my younger years. My voice was deep at the age of twelve. And my knees knocked. I was aware I walked pige..."></div> </div> </div>

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