Why? - Poem by Liz Munro
We spend all of our life
trying to be who we're not,
fit in where we don't
why do we wear this facade?
not happy with who we're meant be
somebody tell me why?
Worried about the exterior,
concerned about what others see,
scared of feeling inferior,
always watching what we say.
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