No style can describe how I feel,

No emotion can express what I see,

Day by day nothing changes.

The faces are a facade,

I'm not sure what I am.

But I'm glad of what I am

I nod into others worries,

I ignore the complaints of adults,

Only a strong breeze flows.

I don't care about others.

I am who I am.

It may hurt others

Accepting what I am is best.


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