When you have all the friends
And you have all the grades
The only thing left to see is what's behind the lens
When you peel off whats left of the shades
Your in your group
And you having a good time
Your getting the scoop
And your faking every line
Your hurting so much
But you hide it very well
Your cringe at every touch
When you retreat into your shell
You can try to hide
And you can try to fit in
But it just seems every time you've tried
You just cant seem to win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wonderful execution. Your build to the poems namesake was flawless. Good momentum. Good flow. Great job.