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Daily I navigate these seas
A barrage of faces, voices, handles bombard me
Tackled for my attitude, speech, color
My yellow tie she loves; it speaks of character
But he hates it; how so utterly garish

The world beckons; its approval I crave
If we’re all different, then what makes me special
To fit in would be a breeze; why battle the currents
So I blend more each day; suppressing who I am
Drunk on that heady taste of belonging
Fading into the background of greys and browns

I look in the mirror and no one is there
Lost in the crowd, I can’t find myself
Drowning in nothingness, yearning to be seen
But I’m gone, there’s nothing left of me

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