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Nov 2015
It hurts to not fit in,
even if everything else feels alright
because part of me thinks,
"If only I were a little bit cooler, or
hung out with the popular crowd,
if only I wasn't so loud-
then, maybe, things would be different."
I know that's not the truth. It isn't.
(that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt)
(I just think my voice should be allowed)
(Why do some people look at me like I'm dirt?)
(Is it that hard for you to listen and for me to be heard?)
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