The looks I catch are cruel, such judging coming from you
How dare you think you see the inside part of me
The cold outside view is what you want, you all seem to
Fitting is all that counts and in this tiny little fish pond that means being angry, small minded and cruel
I tried to shut out my light, I fit in during the day but couldn't live with myself at night
What do I trade? I won't be the me the rest of the world thinks they see
I am beautiful, caring, fierce in my love, determined, silly, funny and perfect in my quest to constantly improve on what needs improving.
It's time for me
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