You

Out loud I tell people that I'm

German

Russian

Italian.

However I'm not,

not knowing my heritage 

or nationality

in school I made it up.

Thinking that was so cool.

German's are loud

obnoxious

strong

Russian's are loud

abrasive

strong

Italians are cooks

artisians

intelligent.

I thought I was so amazing and cool.

I made up a hertiage.

Learning I was just a mix of hundreds

of heritages.

Made me sad.

I never wanted to be different.

I like being 

German

Russian

Italian.

I dye my hair

brown

just so I can fit in.

No one likes blondes

"they are stupid"

I wear brown contacts to fit in even more

"you are a brunette with green eyes?"

No I want to fit in,

I hate being different.

 

Now I'm just a gray unknown stuck 

between being 

you

and him.

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