The Real Me
The Real Me
I always seem to be the exclude.
Probably because I am never in the mood.
Why cant people just understand?
But I guess you cant get it firsthand.
I live in my own small world alone.
Like a dead dial tone.
No one can see the things I see.
Not just because I am carefree.
Maybe someday people will realize,
I don’t like to socialize.
I’m not the person you should admire.
My humanity is caught in barbed wire.
Some people say I’m ironic.
When simply I am moronic.
I am a little messed up, so what?
This is the real me like it or not.
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