Put on my shoes and walk with me into
my world of sorrows.
My endless state of loneliness, cold pain,
and lost tomorrows.
The days and nights continue on, the
battle never ends.
The heartbreak from cruel women, and
the hatred from all men.
To be one who is different, a square peg
in a round hole.
To be sane among insanity, shouting truth
that leaves an echo.
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