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I often think I’m crazy
for sights the blind can’t see
their self-righteous nature
drives my insanity
it used to make me angry,
depressed, and confused
but now I see my hatred
was wasted and misused

I could have built an empire
of myself or race
but I cut off my nose
just to spite my face

I’ve wasted too much time
on the opinions of the weak
and I’ve spent too much time
hand-holding the meek
they really drag me down,
an anchor of despair,
I need to ask myself,
“Why do I even care?”
I don’t see the point
of falling into line
I’d rather be myself
and show a little spine.

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