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Maybe I wear baggies
and white
socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't
care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe
I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe
you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and
wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have
became,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world
is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!
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