They don’t know
That just because I wear black,
And that I act tough,
That I’m not creepy,
That I have a heart
They don’t know
That I feel pain
That I watch the stars
That I feel love
That I enjoy the little things
They don’t know
That I’m different
That I’m not a freak
They don’t know that we are the same
They don’t know
That when they try to shut me out,
Try to treat me different,
Think they are better,
They don’t know that they shut a door
That they don’t know what’s behind it
-Endora of Mind
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