As I Sit Here...

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As I sit here…

As I sit here writing
rebellion whispers from my heart to my brain falling to deaf ears
Nothing new my thoughts and feelings ignored.
I’m not “cool” so I can’t be valued,
but most of those people either get on other peoples’ nerves or do things they know are wrong.
And although I’m in my own world
most of the time there are few who may
enter where the sky is pink and the grass is dark.
I am free to be who I am-
like everyone else,
but different.





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