I hear whispers behind my back,
I feel sneers directed my way,
I don't understand,
Is having a weird name a Crime?
Nobody understands what I have gone through,
Nor do anybody cares,
All they see is the fame and glory now,
But forgets the hardships behind.
Using a not existing name,
Making others see what I really isn't
They never saw the real me,
Everything's a mask,
Like my name
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