Why should I be ashamed of who I am?
Why should I be labeled weird because of what I do?
Why am I pressured to conform to your norm?
Why should I break my neck trying to be like you?
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
