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As I walked the busy streets
I took heed in the knowledge
That the world is oblivious
Of the turmoil of an individual

I proceeded with my life
In utter confusion
An internal conflict of who I was
And who they wanted me to be

I thrive in expression
But die as I remain myself
While those around me
Bleed due to my personality

Why is it wrong
To be different
To have a contrasting opinion
To believe in contradiction

It hurts so much
To know they didn't fail to see
But rather chose not to look
While the world took advantage