Why do I have anxiety
And different kinds of variety
Can I be just happy
For just one day
I am Scared to talk
I am Scared to Walk
I am always Nervous
And I am so curious
About what people think
-When they started to blink
So I'll just kick
The bathroom bricks
I don't have friends
Because it's hard to blend
When you know you're different
From your heart to toe
When's my turn to be good enough?
When I am dead? When I'm pretty?
When I don't feel empty?
Tell me! Tell me! Buddy.
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