I am a burden,
I am a fright.
There is no one I will fight.
I want you to see.
I want you to know.
How can I show the world.
This girl that most people see,
That is not the real me.
I am a perplex paradox...
I am a walking contradition,
The signs point to fail,
But signs don't prevail.
The world is going to know,
That little girl is someone they should get to know.
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