My thoughts
I don’t know how to start When can I see the real you Friendship feels like a open wound
i don’t know who I am Attentions feel is like a knife
they said I’m dumb, The you Dumb, dumb
I believe them Without holding back they hate about in you
They call me stupid The thoughts freely express They see the things,
I do think I am Laugh with sincerity They’re mad because
I’m not creative Because you’re like that
that’s what I think They pity
They ask, How stupid you are
How naive can you be When you see in their eyes
you’re like a child Why smile a lot
It’s irritating To be like what they said
Are you happy
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