Its all pretend.
My thoughts, my words, my clothes, my friends.
Playing dress-up to fit in,
when we were made to be different.
What do we define as normal?
Everyone's so different they're all the same.
The pressure is on -
I've got to be like them.
Think like them, speak like them, dress and act like them,
yet who are they?
YOU ARE READING
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