AM I ON THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT OR THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN? IS THIS THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED OR SOME- WHERE I HAVE ALREADY BEEN? EYES STARING AT ME, FACES GLARING AT ME, SOME FROWNS, A FEW SMILES, WATCHING ME ALL THE WHILE. LIKE A FLAME BURNING THROUGH ME, AS IF THEY ALL KNEW ME. WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS AND NARROW MINDS, THINKING THEY SEE, BUT THEY ARE ALL BLIND, TO THE FACT OF WHO I ACTUALLY AM, AND I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN.
Reason for writing:
SOCIETY EXPECTING ME TO THINK AND BEHAVE
IN A CERTAIN WAY, DUE TO THE COLOR OF MY
SKIN. I AM WHITE, AND I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE
HIP OR FLY. I AM EXPECTED TO BE UPTIGHT OR ALL
THAT OTHER. I JUST WANT TO BE MYSELF.
Birth sign: Not entered
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