Out of Focus
Out of range, out of place.
Just not seeing the right face.
Don’t like the feeling,
Everyone looking, and my skin peeling,
Why me, why not you,
I am being held down by the insecure few,
How do I change,
I have no madness to feign,
I will be no fake,I will not care, I will sit and eat cake.
by Shane Johnson
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