Fit In
We wear a mask
and run the race,
To shield the pain
and hide our face.
We bite our tongue
and laugh out loud,
To throw them off
and match the crowd.
We talk like them
and gain their rep,
To make them proud
and move a step.
We all cut up
and roll again,
To be accepted
and to fit in.
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