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Who am I

Who am I
Where am I
Do I belong
Do I fit in

Everyone tells me…
Born to stand out

Groups, cliques
Me standing on the outside
Looking in…

I am in constant pain
Wondering how do I make friends
Will they like me…
For whom I am

I see glares
As if I am an out cast
Wait am I
I don’t fit in there
Or there…
Or even with them


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Now I’ve come to realize
I don’t really need to
Fit in
Now I have friends by the dozen

And to them
I am myself
No one else
And they like me for myself




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