Why am I so different,
I ask the world tonight,
Because of a few foibles,
Which to me are all lies.
What do people see,
When they judge you promptly,
What do they feel,
When they glance deep into your eyes,
How do they adjudge,
How do they respond,
To the one who does or does not care at all.
I see so many of them,
Just moving onto percipience,
Not knowing when they hurt,
When they break your soul a little.
A leeway in my heart,
A vexation all along,
A tribulation that belongs to everyone,
Especially the one's who feel they don't belong.
In this charade of people,
Who think themselves the kings,
What they don't know deary,
Is that the real ones lay still,
They shroud beneath their wings,
Away from the cloak charlatan's wear,
Not to hide themselves, but wait and stay awake.
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