It's just me.
Under the smile,
under the mascara,
the lipstick,
it's just me.
I laugh too loud,
I sing out of tune,
I'm shy,
I get scared.
I'm weird,
I read too many books.
I'm quiet.
I spend my lunches alone.
People look at me like I'm crazy,
But I won't conform to the expectations of normality.
Underneath the tears,
under the dry skin,
the chapped lips,
it's just me.
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