invisible to the world.
What are your dreams and desires,
what sets your soul on fire?
Shy and withdrawn,
sad and forlorn.
Look at me - what do you see,
skinny, black, and ugly.
Heart of gold,
a tortured soul.
Longing to be accepted,
dismissed and rejected.
Never the pretty one,
life was never fun.
Always cast aside,
head still high with pride.
Life goes on - Despite the song.
What do you want to be - Just happy.
© 2006
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