I'm alone,
In the cold of my choice.
They will not understand,
How can they?
Oh! It's so unfair
To be one of the most misunderstood characters in life's drama.
If i had wings,
I'd fly and fly away from this wicked world,
Only me in a world surrounded by people with hearts of angels.
But then,
I have no wings,
So am stuck, stuck
And must learn the hard way,
How to carve my own path.
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