Sitting here I feel so out of place.
All around I see the faces of success
And they stare at me with an accusing glance.
A glance that shouts with the voice
Of a hatred that stems from the unknown depths
Of the soul of a man of ignorance.
An ignorance that blinds all men
To what I truly am and how I feel.
I’d explain to them what it is I am
But they’d never listen
Because they do not care for me.

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