This tiny cell, this dreary hole is where I live,And no matter how
hard I try, no matter how much I give,I will never be accepted for
who I am: unique,My true character nobody knows, I am shrouded by
mystique. Yet, hope shines around the corner like a beacon of
light,No, I shall not give up without a fight!So young, so fragile,
so hopeful, so true,And so long have I to live, I must get through!
So I'll emerge from my shadows, burst out from this bubble,And all
that will be left is a pile of dark rubble,I am truly invincible; I
will succeed in life,No matter how much trouble and how much
strife. I will be what I want to be, I will have all that's mine,I
am beautiful, I am who I am, and that's just fine!We are all
perfect; for who could be a better you that you?So be true to your
heart, your time is due.
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