Me, Myself, & I
I have a name
And an oval face
No one else is the same
Or at my pace
I may carry a label
Yet I'm breaking rules
Living my fable
A world full of fools
Being looked down on
For my insecurities
There is no "Once upon..."
Not for centuries
I might carry scars
And a few tears
All my secrets locked in jars
Hiding the fears
Yet I'm still walking
I'm non-existent
But I'm talking
I'm my own resistance
I have a name
And an oval face
I got no fame
But I'm in my own place
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