Pity Party

I will not accept the invite

to your self-proclaimed pity party.

I do not need a moment of silence

and your questionable facial display

to prove just how much

you feel sorry for me.

How do you think I feel

when you scrunch your face 

and say, 

"Oh,

I'm so sorry."

No one wants your apology

and no one wants your privileged advice.

You think I hate myself 

for what has happened to me?

I accept all my flaws

while you cannot fathom

someone living like me

without wishing I was like the rest

No one wants your "accommodation"

No one wants your "special treatment"

My acceptance is not a sad coping style.

My acceptance is my scars on display

My acceptance is my strength.

Although, in some ways 

I do wish I was like the rest

I wish I wasn't invited to your pity parties

I wish you could see past the superficial

and I'm so sorry that you're so sorry.

I'm sorry you think that God 

choosing me to be like this

is a sad punishment.

I'm sorry that people like me 

make you feel uncomfortable.

So thanks but no thanks, 

I don't need the invite to your pity party

because if you haven't noticed,

I'm too busy doing a million other things that define me.