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When did it become so hard to express
Who I really am or what I feel inside
These things that plague my mind
I want to be like everyone else
Although I know my perception is facade
No one has the perfect life
Yet I cannot help but covet the unknown
I want nothing more than to be accepted
And to be able to love without fear
I wonder what it would be like
To live as I think all others do
Despite that my life is far from mediocre
Is there reason for me to not allow myself
The joy that everyone else seems to have?