Different

Childhood expierience of bullying.

Deafening feelings
An avalanche of fear.
It starts with a moment
That breaks in a tear.

With a stamp of belonging,
Sent on his way,
But still on his own
At the end of the day.

"There's that boy",
Whispering deafness,
"That's him, that's the one,
They all stop and stare."

Touching his eye,
He'd almost forgot,
He didn't want to be 'different'
Don't his tears still run hot?