I twist I turn their always staring,
I wait I watch its never ending,
I lye awake understanding,
but its just so aggravating,
Why stare and point your finger,
When your not perfect when you linger,
Looking at me like everyone else,
As if I’m wearing a pair of stilts
I posses many differences,
Just like you that’s part of our existences,
So when walking by don’t stop and stare,
Just keep on walking and hang in there.
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