Milan, IL, USA
Just as a follow-up responce, I wrote this about a year and a half ago. The only reason why I bothered posting it is because I had received 3rd place in a writing contest held at the high school I attended as a junior. My creative writing teacher thought I had promise, and this was the first poem that I wrote that she thought was 'above' any other student she had in her years of teaching, particularly because of the vocabulary usage and maturity of the subject matter.
As for the history of the poem, I was sitting in class thinking of a special someone whom I cared for dearly at the time (I still do, but our relationship has since changed). I was remembering how she had said people treated her as she was growing up because of her physical disability, Oculoauriculovertebral Dysplasia, or Goldenhar Syndrome for short. I became angered and upset, and in the course of 15-20 minutes I had written a rough draft. After a little more refining, I turned it in to my teacher. It was a perfect score.
"I am the lie that you believe.."