Different
I stand out.
I'm not normal.
I try to fit in,
By not being myself.
(but) I've come to learn,
That that does no help.
Just let me be different,
Let me be original.
I hate to show up,
with true me in dispuise.
If you want it to last,
Don'y look in my eyes.
Because there s another me,
The different me,
The one that you just don't see...
poem by Cleo Blue
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