With people his refuge
Attention his plea
Crowds are his place
And there he will be
He fears the forgotten
Can't stand being alone
He's outgoing and social
So he isn't outshone
Don't forget me he cries
Though he won't speak out loud
But he's found his protector
In itself, it's the crowd
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PoesiaPoetry: inside the mind of a liberal teenage feminist with self image issues and a habit of overthinking.
