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Why Must I Be Me?

Why do they look at me the way that they do?
What did i ever do to deserve their cold, hate filled glances?
Why is it every time i ask this question, I'm looked at as if i haven't a clue?
What is it with these abusive advances?

Why am i deemed so low in their eyes?
Their icy outer shells MUST mask a warm flood inside...
Why can't i ever come to believe these self lies?
When did i become such an abomination, when did they decide?

Is what they say true?
Am i truly the disgusting things that they say?
Are the people who see ME for ME really so few?
When will i get my day?

Why am i what i am?





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