Time and time again
Thoughts terrify
Unique and broken
Can't testify
A lie, a lie, a lie
Your mind is not your own
They prod and poke and pry
So special, so alone
The problem is so simple
To care what everyone thinks
The result, so inescapable
You become unique, you freak
The ballad is over above your insane mind
Fit the plastic mold and become so plain inside
Author notes
I'm doing rhyme poetry? Again? Since when?
Please be honest:
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