A/N: I just put those bars in to show where different stanzas are -- otherwise the spaces don't show up.

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I wonder,

if I molded and shaped myself,

so that I no longer fit in my skin,

would you accept me?

If I made myself more like you,

would you consider me another human being?

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It must be dull, I think,

to live in a world like yours,

where all you do is

wear popular clothes

do popular things

think popular thoughts,

just like everyone else.

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Would I do it?

Would I change my appearance,

my opinions,

myself,

to be accepted

and talked to

and loved?

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If that was the case,

if I changed,

I wonder if you would realize

that someone like me could not really

switch skins so easily.

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I wonder if you would notice

that no matter what I wear

and say

and do,

I would not be like you at heart.

That I would remain, silently, my own person.

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I don’t think you understand what it means

to be different.

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But why would I do that?

Why would I cast off my own skin?

Why would I become you, if I was really still me?

What is the point of being different, when no one knows it?

My independence, my pride,

everything about me that is me,

would be hidden from the outside world.

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Yes, maybe I would be popular,

but my life would have no meaning.

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I think that I will stay different.

I won’t care that I am laying down the bricks of my very own sidewalk,

while the rest of the world follows the same dusty path.

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I won’t just be another face in the crowd.

I will stand above the crowd,

and they will be forced to see me,

and walk around me if they dare.

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It will be more interesting that way.