I Am Pain
Its not unusual
No it won't make you delusional
To believe that my grief was crafted since birth
Made fun of and teased just for walking this green earth
Eyes to big, talk to loud
All of these features distinguishing me from the crowd
So if you see my eyes casted low
Covering up a smile I dare not show
Now you know
I am pain
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