An Ode
Do you know me? I mean, really know me. Of course, you don't. Unless I can instantly become like all of the others, you don't see me. Stay original my parents told me. Boys notice that more than the groupies they said. Well, they were wrong. I'm still invisible. But, you can see me. You know Im here. You just don't care.
I know your name. Do you know mine? Maybe you do. But that is just a title that everyone has forced me to wear. You dont know me, the real me. You only see the outside. You do not know about the soul within, what leads me to act. Get to know the me inside, not just the outside. They're both beautiful.
TBC...
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