Bright Lights
Creatively I stand,
weary about what people will think first hand,
looking into my eyes,
is to see a soul full of lies,
As I stare into the bright lights,
people aren't impressed with the first sight,
and they never will,
It's not their hearts though that I'm trying to fill.
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