The Dark Side of the Moon

When people look at me,

I don't know what they see.

But whatever they do,

It probably is not true.

The girl deep inside

is wanting out of this prison.

She is on an endless mission

just to get outside.

 

People laugh at me

simply because I'm different.

But secretly I laugh at them

because they are all the same.

 

People wonder who I am

What I think, why I write.

Truthfully, I can't care less.

They are all alike.

 

Individuality. What does that mean to them?

To them, it means your weird and strange.

But to me, it is as mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

 

 

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