I am not who you say I am,
I am not who you perceive me to be,
I am not who you think I should be,
Can't you see?
I don't want to be others little doll or model,
A little piece of nothing, a mold or clay in a bottle,
No different then all the others,
The fakers and makers, while they hide all their troubles,
Underneath all their make-up and skin,
Lies a black heart, darkened from within,
While I sit beside, looking bland and me,
They are all diva's and drama queens,
While they wallow in self-pity and catastrophy,
I sit aside, happy with the life God planned for me.
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