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People don't understand who I am.

 

I've been called weird

But what is weird

Someone who is different

Or someone who is different than you

 

I've been called childish

But we've all been a child before

How can one appreciate a child

And look down on childish behavior

 

I've been called broken

But I've actually been fixed

Moments can leave one in pieces

But life helps one glue it back together

 

I've been called crazy

But is crazy really an insult

Many inventions that exist today

Came from a crazy idea from yesterday

 

People don't understand who I am.

And perhaps I don't as well.

Other people may judge me,

But only I define who I am.

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