Inner Out

February 18, 2011
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Walking through halls,
wondering what is next.
Contemplating every move I make,
I can't seem to stand still.
Things around me are making me change,
Nothing has stayed the same the past few years.
I'm not who I am expected to be,
But on the outside, I try to be

Honestly not caring about much going on around, Except when it comes to people.
Things bother me more than they should,
My short fuse is noticeable when no one is around.
I've changed myself,
The part that no one can see.
On the inside,
I get to bet the real me.

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