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I was an outcast,
Hated by the whole cast.
I was a different sheep,
My shepherd told me I am cheap.
In my own flock I am different,
There is something in my current.
My shepherd doesn't want to guard me,
He is making me bad imagery.
The world told me I should show my real self,
I did my part, I received judgement.
Society treated me as an elf,
They shun me because I'm different.
I tried to sit in the middle of the crowd,
I felt uncomfortable like a lonely cloud.
I am screaming my voice too loud,
In the middle of my mind, I'm allowed.
I tried to give a beautiful speech,
All I receive was, "Your idea is a bitch."
World's standard is hard to reach,
It's difficult for me to hit the pitch.
I showed kindness to everyone,
Their response caused me wan.
I feel like I'm no one,
My mourn is increasing into thousand.
I'm confused with this hypothetical situation,
It's ironic to see the established direction.
When I'm present, the world changes its intonation,
Making me stagnant in my motion.
That's why I created many questions.
Why are you invalidating my thoughts?
When you told me to do what you taught?
Is there any mistake on the things that I brought?
Or is it you who are demanding beneficial things to sought?
World, I am just a man.
I am afraid to sit at ottoman.
Society, I am just a human.
I have a short lifespan.
I cannot understand,
Why the world can't do the laws on his hand.
On my own, I am using my wand,
To defend myself in this beautiful land.
Objectivity is a prerequisite,
It should be everyone's writ.
Even if the society changed its wit,
We can't ease the fact that I am not everyone's favorite.
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