Medusa: My Eyes Are Down Here
I’m a loner and I like it
A common misconception is that
I just want to fit in
In all honesty,
high school is the worst
To someone like me,
kids are just cruel
That’s what I tell myself
They don’t bother me though,
the glances, whispers, and lies
I have no mental space for
sobs, tears, and sighs
My eyes are down here
Do they hate me,
or
do they hate my hair?
Snakes are all they see
but
I won’t chop them off
They’re a part of me
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