Who I Am
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what.
A fool amongst wise men.
A liar amongst the blind.
A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
Oblivious to the structure of the boy they thought they knew.
It's not a preference, it's who I am.
I don't care about what people think of me, because I never sought to be accepted.
Just understood.
Judge me and judge me with conscious.
As you can't accept me, so you condemn me.
And I am will always be a dignified outcast of society.
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