I'm sorry that I can't be you
From the way you talk to the way you move
I don't seem to have an ounce of elegance
Cause every time I try to be you
I get rigid and scared

"Will they know I'm being genuine or fake?"
I don't know so don't expect it from me
So please don't yell,
Please don't stare,
Please don't ask,
Please don't tell,
Please don't judge,
Please do nothing at all

All I feel is eyes wandering around me
Do I have something on my face?
Did I deserve to have this much attention?
Why must everyone stare?
Am I a freak of nature?
Whatever you do, don't acknowledge me at all

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