Who Am I?

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I'm tossing stones of content through ears of the broken
So why do I feel so alone in crowded rooms,
My character's impotent.

I'm a stranger at home who can't find his place in life.
But when I'm outside I pretend I'm just fine.
We're all different,
but that just makes us the same.
We're all trying to be anything but our normal self
and
I'd do anything to make it feel okay...

It's hard opening up about what i'm all about
because it's such a sensitive topic
So That's why it seems to be easier to hide it behind the curtain. 

 

 

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