Pretend we never met

You think I’m exotic because I look different. I’m not a snake, a tiger or some sort of foliage. I hurt, I cry and feel pain just like anyone. If you ever see me again, just remember I am as good or better than the next person you will ask out. I am me, not a shade of pale or dark but accept who I am. The mystery is over, it was meaningless so just keep walking and pretend you never met me. —Meaningless