Samantha the Great
Me, myself, and I
I often come off as shy
Little do people know…
I’m as sweet as apple pie
People think I’m unusual
They’re just delusional
I’m as quiet as a mouse
All cooped up in my house
Because I don’t stand out
People still don’t know what I’m about
They can talk bad about me if they dare
Like I really care
I want to be unique
That is all I seek
Like a skyscraper
I will stand high and tall
Never will I bawl
People can judge me on how I dress
For I think I dress the best
They can say anything they want, their words will never bring me down
For I shall be the talk of the town
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