This is how I’m supposed to be,
I’m not messed up, can’t you see?!
Always compared, sick of this all,
Chitter, chatter, have to stand tall.
Constantly feeling misunderstood,
They tell me I’m good. Just good?!
Pretending I’m fine, hard to keep up the act,
Mother disowned me, can’t figure what I lacked.
Children smiling, wish that was me,
Battle training, stabbed, now I...
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