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I can only be the person I was born to be but many don't want to like that can't help the way I am nor the way I was born I can be in a room full of people and yet feel all alone walk in wearing bright clothing and yet can still feel invisible I can be talking to someone for a while but still know they are not listening to me the head nods in agreement but the words are not heard and I realise it's pointless trying I can try to be the best friend of a someone and yet they still like to take advantage it appears they have a perverse pleasure in sticking a blade between my ribs I bleed just like anyone else also most want mine not to flow prefer me to be more like a stone unfeeling and cold I can only be the person I was born to be but many don't want to like that can't help the way I was born but then I guess none of us can