what is this, this flesh, this body,
this hideous facade in witch my soul finds rest
this is not me, this is not who i am
the true me lyes inside.
my true self, hindered by this mental prison, is crying out
why cant people see me for who i am,
look past this ugly shell and look apon me
why must people judge me
why cant they just open there eyes and see
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