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I stand I hear them talking smirking laughing behind their hands I push through the hall I see them point I see them nudge I see the way they roll their eyes And I sit at lunch alone until They come to mock me saying I am too perfect and making me feel crazy lonely But maybe I am not crazy for I do have friends who are the same and we are beautiful although we're Different and we are bright like falling stars. and we fall into darkness but when we land it is light and flowers bloom and birds do sing and all is well until They come. They come and make it dark again. I break the curve and I hold my head up high |