Where Do I Fit?
Where do I fit?
Standing among the crowds,
Watching them all pass by,
They all have an identity.
Where do I fit?
I break their molds,
I am too good to be bad,
And too bad to be good.
Where do I fit?
They have their stereotypes,
A type to fit in to,
But I am yet undefined.
Where do I fit?
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