To them dull dreary corners, I stand,
Where whispers linger and judgments brand.
Unwanted, unseen, cast aside with disdain,
In solitude's embrace, I seldom find my pain.

Obnoxious echoes of scorn and spite,
Mocking laughter in the dead of the night.
Shackled by stigma, I bear the weight,
Of family's disdain, relentless in their hate.

But amidst...