They ask me why I write
I guess it's an expression of me
A side of me that most people don't see
Somewhere to go when I have an epiphany
And when my pen touches paper outcome vivid dreams
A way to rid myself of the pain
That living in this cruel world can bring
Labels bought to cover up the imperfections because people are self-conscious
A nonconformist at heart
This is what I do when my friends are out drinking
I'm at home thinking
And the words that come out on this paper are an expression of me
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