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Look at my face,

What do you see?

Running this race,

Who could I be?

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If I hide behind this stupid guise,

Look in the mirror, shield my eyes,

Watch you all as you run away

If I call you back,

Would you sit and stay?

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So what is it you’re afraid to find?

Scared of me, that you’ll lose your mind?

Scared of losing all that you have?

That they’ll point at you,

That they’ll point and laugh

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If I watch too long you’ll hesitate

I’ll call you back, shout louder ‘wait!’

Voice leaves my mouth, it feels so new

But you’ll sit and stay,

So I’ll smile, ‘Thank-you’

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Stand in my place,

How is it now?

Winning my race,

Taking our bows.

A/N: This is really the only poem I’ve written that actually tells a story, but I think its done ok. I couldn’t think of a title that didn’t sound wrong, so unless you want it called FUCK FUCK FUCK, then it stays titleless.