Envisions of the impossible fills my head with doubts
whimpers of sorrow fills the house
muted walls and uncanny hallways
along with eyes that look at me sideways
tears leave my eyes and runs down my expressionless face
I ask myself why I'm a disgrace
if I were like others would that make me tasteless and bland ?
or if I was myself would that make me dainty and zestful?
despondency is not what I fear but
not having a mind of my own would be a nightmare
my mind is broader than you and I will ever know
I'm a mystery that the world will never solve .

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