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Hiding
Looking from the outside in,
Wanting acceptance in this world,
Awkwardly speaking with a stutter,
And walking without a purpose,
Resting in the corner of the room,
Hiding my pure white face from society,
Wearing gloves to keep a secret,
Insisting on solitude forever,
Voices don't reach my ears,
Sight does not reach my eyes,
Touch does not reach my scarred skin,
The taste of lonelyness stays on my tongue,
Things strike me as abnormal,
Things strike me as odd,
Things strike me as weird,
Things strike you as the same.
Wanting acceptance in this world,
Awkwardly speaking with a stutter,
And walking without a purpose,
Resting in the corner of the room,
Hiding my pure white face from society,
Wearing gloves to keep a secret,
Insisting on solitude forever,
Voices don't reach my ears,
Sight does not reach my eyes,
Touch does not reach my scarred skin,
The taste of lonelyness stays on my tongue,
Things strike me as abnormal,
Things strike me as odd,
Things strike me as weird,
Things strike you as the same.
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