Become myself
The fear that is felt
The times is cry
The lonely is felt
The times is stop being me
Because was is different
Because they told me is couldn't be different
Are now over because of one painting
It opening me to see
That I’m different
But is shouldn't hide it
But embrace it
That paint change me
Form being afraid of being myself
To become one with myself
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