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By Raina Naomi Gardner

You laugh at me you call me names
am I so different or am I to blame
I want to tell you who I am
Fuel for the fire I lit it then ran
Seasons come and seasons go
my personality goes to and fro
I know they are joking but can't they see
the pain that is there inside of me
Do they see or do they ignore
all the martyrs that came before
We try so hard and never fit in
maybe someday we will win
We're the ones who write the plays
we're the ones who count the days
We’re the ones who write the songs
we're the ones who won't play along
Say what you will say what you may
I know my talents I'll find my way.