Alone
Walking in a crowded room never feeling so alone
you look and judge
your comments are no worse than the rage within my mind
don't you think I know I'm not the same?
You don't think I don't know this game?
I'm fucking weird and that's not ok
you judge me before you know me, your words are meant to spite me
At the end of the day, all I can say is I wish I was a little saner
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