Be true to you
As little girl I used to dream of a prince rescuing me from my torment,
I was always the odd one of the entire class,
No one understood me except the books I read,
I felt like the princess trapped in a tower,
I was alone for so long I didn't know how to react to kind people,
I kept to myself to keep from getting hurt,
As I grew I became more comfortable with who I was,
I didn't need reassurance from a boy or from friends,
Because of this I've gained many enemies and many admirers,
I believe in me if no one else does,
I love myself if no one else does,
In this world full of hate and jealousy that's all youcan do,
Is be true to you.
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