Anything At All
You don't know who I am
You don't know my name
You don't know my thoughts
That's not part of the game
But you're all the same
You stare
You talk
You laugh
You taunt
You act like you know
But you'll never know
You don't know what these eyes have seen
But you think they're an ugly green
You don't know why I cry
But you laugh instead of asking why
You talk about me
Instead of talking to me
You make assumptions
You throw insults
There's only one thing you want from me
The power
The satisfaction
Of feeling like somebody
Better
Than me
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