Fitting In

i find it hard to breathe as I sit in a room full of strangers.
I know their names.
I know their faces.
I even know their personalities.
But they don't know me.
Never even tried.
Sure, they talk to me...When they want something.
And yeah, They pretend to care about my life.
But I know what they say when I'm gone.
It's not hard to figure out why they hate me.
On the outside, I'm a mean and bitter person.
But on the inside I am so much more.
I am as beautiful as anyone of them.
I have a personality that no one knows...
Because no one ever tried.





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